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As part of the VRF Decluttering Group, this is the first area I will take on. It may not look so bad (I mean, clean off the couch and there ya' go!) but the real challenge for me will be keeping in decluttered for when guests come by. And having to make instant decisions and deal with stuff immediately.
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April 29th, 2010
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I have just had my first foray into the world of eBay. As part of my Project Declutter, we're getting rid of a few things, including some outgrown toys. I had fun setting up Kalu's knights for a last foray. I am particularly fond of the dragons!
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The story is gonna be a long one.Please bear with me.
As almost every thursday, for the past few months, I've participated in the Utata.org "Thursday Walk" project.This thursday I decided to pay the birth village of my late father and consequently, my grandparents, a visit.After roaming around on the few streets of this small village (which lies in the province of Antwerp, Belgium, and is called "Hingene") and having taken some shots, it started to rain.I went for a coffee in a brown pub and waited for the rain to end or at least diminish slightly.It got dryer again and I packed up my camerabag and decided to hit the streets again.I didn't have much hope of shooting anything decent any more and was in fact heading back to my mountainbike.Now the village has some quaint little (uninhabited, or so I thought ) houses that date back maybe 150 years and on one of these little houses the door was open and I saw two people, an elderly man and woman, doing things inside this house.The man noticed me from inside and I said hello and asked him what they where doing.I asked the man if he was from this village or was born here and mentioned that my late father was also from this village and the man had known my late father well.In fact, they had gone out (partying) together when they where both young men (somewhere in the mid-fifties I presume) So the man came to know that I was in fact the son of my father and we started talking.The man's younger brother, age 55, had just passed away and he and his girlfriend where busy clearing out the little house where the departed brother had lived all his life.He (the departed brother of 55) had, I found out, had once lived there with a woman ( she to had previously, a couple of years before, been found dead in the house) that was well known in our community for her weirdness and awkwardness ; the woman's name was "Zotte Betty" (translated as "Crazy Betty" ) and one of her sons.The son of Betty, the crazy woman, had lived with the brother till the day they found him dead.
At that point I had to just ask if I could take some photos of the inside.This had to be a one time opportunity.A once in a lifetime chance.I appologized several times if I was being impolite or intruding ( after all, this man's younger brother had just died ! ) but the man and his girlfriend saw no objections.So I stepped through the little door and was immediatly struck by the ackwardnes of the place.How in earth people could have lived in such circomstances was beyond me.It most resembled the home of some horder who never in his live decluttered !
I will save you a detailed description of the state the place was in ; look at the photos and let your mind do the work.
On the other hand, the house was full of memories of a man who must have lived the live of a recluse and now his things, his memories where about to be thrown away, to dissapear.
The more I photographed the interior, the wallpaper with this frail golden color, the odd trinkets and old objects, the more the man and his girlfriend became at their ease and they let me share their thoughts and insights in the life of their brother( in law).The woman even let me take a couple of shots where she was on inspite of her being very wary in the beginning.
I am deeply indebted to these people who have let me in in their personal lives whilst in the midst of a beriefment.
I express my gratitude.
These photos where taken with love.Be so kind as to threat them that way.
copyright Ange Soleil ( a.k.a Tweng) 2008
My long awaited heart shelf. I absolutely love it and apparently so does my daughter. As soon as we had torn off the paper, she was filling it with all the toys she had rescued from our post Christmas declutter 😄
I've tried Bring Forward Files and weekly hanging folders. This school year, I'm trying baskets. Photo by R-M Arca.
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This photo belongs to the same series as Show me a life.I'll photograph it
The story is gonna be a long one.Please bear with me.
As almost every thursday, for the past few months, I've participated in the Utata.org "Thursday Walk" project.This thursday I decided to pay the birth village of my late father and consequently, my grandparents, a visit.After roaming around on the few streets of this small village (which lies in the province of Antwerp, Belgium, and is called "Hingene") and having taken some shots, it started to rain.I went for a coffee in a brown pub and waited for the rain to end or at least diminish slightly.It got dryer again and I packed up my camerabag and decided to hit the streets again.I didn't have much hope of shooting anything decent any more and was in fact heading back to my mountainbike.Now the village has some quaint little (uninhabited, or so I thought ) houses that date back maybe 150 years and on one of these little houses the door was open and I saw two people, an elderly man and woman, doing things inside this house.The man noticed me from inside and I said hello and asked him what they where doing.I asked the man if he was from this village or was born here and mentioned that my late father was also from this village and the man had known my late father well.In fact, they had gone out (partying) together when they where both young men (somewhere in the mid-fifties I presume) So the man came to know that I was in fact the son of my father and we started talking.The man's younger brother, age 55, had just passed away and he and his girlfriend where busy clearing out the little house where the departed brother had lived all his life.He (the departed brother of 55) had, I found out, had once lived there with a woman ( she to had previously, a couple of years before, been found dead in the house) that was well known in our community for her weirdness and awkwardness ; the woman's name was "Zotte Betty" (translated as "Crazy Betty" ) and one of her sons.The son of Betty, the crazy woman, had lived with the brother till the day they found him dead.
At that point I had to just ask if I could take some photos of the inside.This had to be a one time opportunity.A once in a lifetime chance.I appologized several times if I was being impolite or intruding ( after all, this man's younger brother had just died ! ) but the man and his girlfriend saw no objections.So I stepped through the little door and was immediatly struck by the ackwardnes of the place.How in earth people could have lived in such circomstances was beyond me.It most resembled the home of some horder who never in his live decluttered !
I will save you a detailed description of the state the place was in ; look at the photos and let your mind do the work.
On the other hand, the house was full of memories of a man who must have lived the live of a recluse and now his things, his memories where about to be thrown away, to dissapear.
The more I photographed the interior, the wallpaper with this frail golden color, the odd trinkets and old objects, the more the man and his girlfriend became at their ease and they let me share their thoughts and insights in the life of their brother( in law).The woman even let me take a couple of shots where she was on inspite of her being very wary in the beginning.
I am deeply indebted to these people who have let me in in their personal lives whilst in the midst of a beriefment.
I express my gratitude.
These photos where taken with love.Be so kind as to threat them that way.
copyright Ange Soleil ( a.k.a Tweng) 2008
Some colorful curbside junk-art greets visitors at Detroit's way-cool Heidelberg Project on the east side.
The story is gonna be a long one.Please bear with me.
As almost every thursday, for the past few months, I've participated in the Utata.org "Thursday Walk" project.This thursday I decided to pay the birth village of my late father and consequently, my grandparents, a visit.After roaming around on the few streets of this small village (which lies in the province of Antwerp, Belgium, and is called "Hingene") and having taken some shots, it started to rain.I went for a coffee in a brown pub and waited for the rain to end or at least diminish slightly.It got dryer again and I packed up my camerabag and decided to hit the streets again.I didn't have much hope of shooting anything decent any more and was in fact heading back to my mountainbike.Now the village has some quaint little (uninhabited, or so I thought ) houses that date back maybe 150 years and on one of these little houses the door was open and I saw two people, an elderly man and woman, doing things inside this house.The man noticed me from inside and I said hello and asked him what they where doing.I asked the man if he was from this village or was born here and mentioned that my late father was also from this village and the man had known my late father well.In fact, they had gone out (partying) together when they where both young men (somewhere in the mid-fifties I presume) So the man came to know that I was in fact the son of my father and we started talking.The man's younger brother, age 55, had just passed away and he and his girlfriend where busy clearing out the little house where the departed brother had lived all his life.He (the departed brother of 55) had, I found out, had once lived there with a woman ( she to had previously, a couple of years before, been found dead in the house) that was well known in our community for her weirdness and awkwardness ; the woman's name was "Zotte Betty" (translated as "Crazy Betty" ) and one of her sons.The son of Betty, the crazy woman, had lived with the brother till the day they found him dead.
At that point I had to just ask if I could take some photos of the inside.This had to be a one time opportunity.A once in a lifetime chance.I appologized several times if I was being impolite or intruding ( after all, this man's younger brother had just died ! ) but the man and his girlfriend saw no objections.So I stepped through the little door and was immediatly struck by the ackwardnes of the place.How in earth people could have lived in such circomstances was beyond me.It most resembled the home of some horder who never in his live decluttered !
I will save you a detailed description of the state the place was in ; look at the photos and let your mind do the work.
On the other hand, the house was full of memories of a man who must have lived the live of a recluse and now his things, his memories where about to be thrown away, to dissapear.
The more I photographed the interior, the wallpaper with this frail golden color, the odd trinkets and old objects, the more the man and his girlfriend became at their ease and they let me share their thoughts and insights in the life of their brother( in law).The woman even let me take a couple of shots where she was on inspite of her being very wary in the beginning.
I am deeply indebted to these people who have let me in in their personal lives whilst in the midst of a beriefment.
I express my gratitude.
These photos where taken with love.Be so kind as to threat them that way.
copyright Ange Soleil ( a.k.a Tweng) 2008
I'm not a morning person. Unless of course it's to go to the beach and watch the sun rise. But that's a rare occasion saved for summers. There is one beckoning though. It's the gentle light of morning across white curtains and soft blankets.
Two old t-shirts, ratty blue one for some reason I kept in a drawer, and a t-shirt that shrunk in the wash.
Any pretty woman who becomes my friend has to pay a price for that friendship, although the price is in no way unreasonable; it consists simply of having her picture taken and posted to Flickr. And this one is no exception.
This is Alison, a law school graduate currently awaiting the results of the July bar examination in Arizona, and who was recently hired to fill a vacancy in our little corner of Family Court. I have spent much of my time over the past couple of weeks helping to train her, and as I once said to our boss in Alison's presence, having her around has been a delight.
I will only be involved in her training for a couple more days, after which she will be finishing it elsewhere; but in the time I have been with her, Alison has played a central role in a couple of amusing stories. The first one happened a couple of weeks before I took this picture, when another co-worker and I took her to lunch at a Mexican restaurant near the Arizona state capitol building. As we stood in line to place our orders, with Alison directly behind me, I perked up when I made out the music that was being played over the intercom and said it was "good salsa music." Then I broke into a spontaneous salsa dance, right there in that line, and Alison was quite amused by it. I told her I occasionally practice new dance steps while riding the elevator, waiting at a bus stop, or in other such situations, and that I knew the Fred Astaire people would understand that, even if other people who happened to witness it could not.
I have yet to hear the end of this. A few days later, a litigant in one of my conferences told me she had recently seen me in the elevator at the court. I had no recollection of having seen her there or anywhere else, but Alison, who was observing me that day, quipped that I would have been dancing in that elevator if the person the litigant had seen had in fact been me. She has since dropped a few other, similar remarks when other people have been around, and I get the distinct feeling that she derives some kind of perverse enjoyment out of watching my reaction.
The second tale concerns one of my most conspicuous flaws, which is that I am a packrat and a clutterbug. Big time. Years ago, I showed my wife a reproduction of a color painting that had been inserted in the frontispiece of my hardbound copy of _Don Quixote_, which showed the novel's principal character, sitting at a candlelit table in a cluttered study, totally absorbed in one of his books while hundreds of other volumes looked down at him from the dusty bookshelves which surrounded the room. Sheila said the scene reminded her of my law office in Ohio.
I have no trouble at all believing the New Testament account of Jesus feeding five thousand people with five loaves and two fishes, because I routinely perform a similar, albeit much less useful miracle all on my own. If you hand me a newspaper, I can make it multiply and divide into hundreds of other newspapers, which soon find their way into every nook and cranny of the house -- especially if I don't get around to reading the newspapers, which is all too often the case.
With that as background, one day Alison suddenly announced that it was time to clean up my office, and immediately undertook the task all by herself. I did not interfere, although I felt both sheepish and amused at the same time, and am sure I must have been blushing. Alison said she hoped she wasn't offending me; no, I replied, I wasn't offended at all, just embarrassed that I was no good at doing this myself and had created the necessity for her intervention. In other words, I simply recognized that she was doing something that really needed to be done, and was better able to do it than I was. And this isn't because I've never tried to declutter my office; it's just that I can't bear to part with an unread newspaper or magazine, and I tend to collect bits and pieces of assorted junk and papers for reasons I can't explain. Among numerous items Alison found and brought to my attention was a court calendar dated July of 2004, which she said she was sure I could do without; and I presented no convincing argument to the contrary, so out it went. My growing collection of Arizona Highways magazines was stacked neatly into a corner of one of my bookshelves, and a couple of half-empty water bottles left weeks before by previous litigants were chucked. It took Alison perhaps 15 minutes to have my office looking much better, even if not quite spic-and-span, although the trash can was overflowing by the time she finished this impromptu project.
Somehow it seems fitting that Alison and my other friend Nicole should know and like each other, because they both worked for the same judge for a time, and I have similar feelings for both women. And as was the case with Nicole, I believe firmly that Alison's job description simply must be changed, and that instead of what she is being trained for now, she needs to be made special assistant to me. That idea will get nowhere with the powers-that-be, of course, but it is certainly nice to think about.
Alison agreed to let me take pictures of her late one Friday afternoon. We went out into the patio area of the Superior Court complex in downtown Phoenix, and I snapped away for about 10 to 15 minutes. While she did ask me to delete certain images that she did not like, she knew full well that one or more of the remaining photos would end up here on Flickr, and she accepts that; again, it's simply the price of my friendship, and a natural and inevitable consequence thereof. But she was a very good sport about being my model that afternoon, and I liked this image best out of all the ones I took -- or at least out of the ones Alison allowed me to keep.
Spring is almost here! I took a break from crafty photography, and hunkered down for the winter with various projects. It also encouraged me to sift through my craft materials.
A few years ago, I was handed a grocery bag worth of buttons (I love it when crafters think of me when they declutter). Around the same time I went to a vintage fair and bought the chipmunk and bunny cards. I liked the buttons on them, but I was mostly drawn to the cute animals. These were probably old cards that the vender repurposed to make the buttons more distinctive? If so, it worked!
The buttons are mostly Domcord, Streamline, Tiffany and Lady Fashion.
I did a lot of thinking this winter about how to use up all these up. I have lots of ideas, but it will probably take me years.
Taking some time to declutter my brain at the lake with my brother and sister-in-law who are visiting from CA. Enjoy watching the birds and boats.
Do you have broken sunglasses? If you won't fix them, toss them.
Used at: hellotidy.co.nz/broken-sunglasses/
Image Source: Disposable Society by Kurt Bauschardt - www.flickr.com/photos/kurt-b/13731026573/
Found some water bomb balls stashed in the closet. No one will notice them gone. Just counting these as 1.
I stopped at the Container Store today after another errand. It was my first time and I was apprehensive. I wandered the aisles for awhile, looking for useful things and trying to think about our storage needs. I was afraid it was going to be ridiculously expensive, but all together everything was only forty bucks.
Last week Andy got two brand new, identical monitors for his desk, and he gave me his widescreen. So now I use that as my main monitor, and my old, regular-sized one as the second. To fit the two monitors, I had to get rid of an IKEA dokument. I spent some time going through all the paper that had collected in two of the trays, using expandable folders leftover from my teaching days. I used one of them to collecting the growing pile of paperwork associated with all of the business stuff. That folder is now on the top right shelf for easy access/drop-in. The top level of the tray collected an assortment of trinkets and things, and some of them I put away and some of it I still don't have a home for. Nor do I have a home for the letter tray itself. It can go in my giveaway pile.
Today I bought a few clear plastic shoeboxes for storage in our bathroom/hall closet, because it is a mess, and the smaller bins I have in there are overflowing. I put one together tonight--all our medicine/pharmacy-type things--but there is SO much more work to do in there. Mostly getting rid of old makeup-type crap.
I also wanted some storage options for my desk, and I ended up with two medium stacking bins plus a slim paper file. Previously I had upright things just leaning, and an assortment of crap holding the vertical stuff up. Which meant things were in a jumble and constantly falling over. So going vertical with the smaller stuff storage was important. However, pretty much all of the storage pieces were large and flat, or large and tall and wide--and I need smallish and vertical. So the bottom one holds random stuff like pens, earphones, etc, while the top holds the stapler, tape dispenser, notepads, and the tiny bowl which has work keys and binder clips. The top left shelf used to have a precariously balanced full pencil bin, and now it's two pen cups, kleenex, and envelopes.
Overall it looks and feels SO much clearer and cleaner! I love that feeling. Except that then I look around at all the other places that need this kind of attention and I feel depressed, because it's everywhere. Oh well, baby steps. This is really good progress for me, and it'll be good motivation to keep going, in small bits.
Oh, and if you need some inspiration, flip through Unfuck Your Habitat. Seeing that occasionally has gotten the declutter/cleanup bug seeped into my head here and there.
Well, I think I'm back home for a while. Enough merriment, time to get back to regular stuff. Nothing glamorous on the agenda, just a couple weeks of catching up and making plans before the girls blow in for Thanksgiving.
just that kind of a day. a ton of stuff on my mind. and FGR was "uncluttered" today. perfect. so here it is. and i decided to flip it sideways just to be a rebel. crazy.
chris & i are trying to declutter and get rid of things that we are no longer using.
chris has a massive t-shirt collection, but he decided to get rid of a few that he isn't really wearing anymore. this ghost in the shell t-shirt was one his big faves for a very long time, so we took some snaps to commemorate it.
Anytime I go out to buy something new, whether it’s entertainment (like a new TV, video game, or book), clothes, appliances, tools, or anything else “material” that could wait, I like to search my home for something that has grown to be out of date or useless to me. And once I locate that item, I try to sell it, recycle it, give it to someone who needs it, or put it away in storage.
Sometimes, it’s easy to forget how much stuff we have in our #homes. To the point that we continue to accrue things, adding onto piles and piles of junk that we don’t even use anymore. When it comes to this, you know it’s time to get rid of things in order to avoid a hoarding mentality.
Thus, I do what I explained above. It’s a way for me to constantly cycle out the old to make plenty of room for the new. Nothing ever becomes too cramped because of this method, and I’m always able to locate the things I need since no “pile” of sorts begins to manifest in corners of my room or in the basement.
I like the idea of my home constantly changing because of this cycling in and out, too. I look at myself as a constantly changing person, so doing the same for my home is only reflective of who I am.
To help things stay organized, I like to have a few packaging supplies on hand for my storage situation, like old #cardboard boxes, packing tape for labeling, and even bubble wrap to make sure my old belongings are safely stored and won’t be harmed or broken whenever I need to move it. As boring as packaging supplies may initially sound, they’re extremely useful in keeping your home on track, especially if you handle your overflow of items situation like I do.
Ultimately, this way of living is a method to constantly support yourself in buying new things (as all humans want to do) without allowing a mess to build up seemingly overnight. Instead, your home remains tidy, it never loses space, and you’re able to declutter aspects of your life that have started to build up, whether it’s old clothes, books, shoes, coats, or even whatever you may collect on the side as a little hobby. It’s important to be aware of these things becoming outdated, because if you’re just holding onto them to hold on, there’s not much point in their presence, is there?
The story is gonna be a long one.Please bear with me.
As almost every thursday, for the past few months, I've participated in the Utata.org "Thursday Walk" project.This thursday I decided to pay the birth village of my late father and consequently, my grandparents, a visit.After roaming around on the few streets of this small village (which lies in the province of Antwerp, Belgium, and is called "Hingene") and having taken some shots, it started to rain.I went for a coffee in a brown pub and waited for the rain to end or at least diminish slightly.It got dryer again and I packed up my camerabag and decided to hit the streets again.I didn't have much hope of shooting anything decent any more and was in fact heading back to my mountainbike.Now the village has some quaint little (uninhabited, or so I thought ) houses that date back maybe 150 years and on one of these little houses the door was open and I saw two people, an elderly man and woman, doing things inside this house.The man noticed me from inside and I said hello and asked him what they where doing.I asked the man if he was from this village or was born here and mentioned that my late father was also from this village and the man had known my late father well.In fact, they had gone out (partying) together when they where both young men (somewhere in the mid-fifties I presume) So the man came to know that I was in fact the son of my father and we started talking.The man's younger brother, age 55, had just passed away and he and his girlfriend where busy clearing out the little house where the departed brother had lived all his life.He (the departed brother of 55) had, I found out, had once lived there with a woman ( she to had previously, a couple of years before, been found dead in the house) that was well known in our community for her weirdness and awkwardness ; the woman's name was "Zotte Betty" (translated as "Crazy Betty" ) and one of her sons.The son of Betty, the crazy woman, had lived with the brother till the day they found him dead.
At that point I had to just ask if I could take some photos of the inside.This had to be a one time opportunity.A once in a lifetime chance.I appologized several times if I was being impolite or intruding ( after all, this man's younger brother had just died ! ) but the man and his girlfriend saw no objections.So I stepped through the little door and was immediatly struck by the ackwardnes of the place.How in earth people could have lived in such circomstances was beyond me.It most resembled the home of some horder who never in his live decluttered !
I will save you a detailed description of the state the place was in ; look at the photos and let your mind do the work.
On the other hand, the house was full of memories of a man who must have lived the live of a recluse and now his things, his memories where about to be thrown away, to dissapear.
The more I photographed the interior, the wallpaper with this frail golden color, the odd trinkets and old objects, the more the man and his girlfriend became at their ease and they let me share their thoughts and insights in the life of their brother( in law).The woman even let me take a couple of shots where she was on inspite of her being very wary in the beginning.
I am deeply indebted to these people who have let me in in their personal lives whilst in the midst of a beriefment.
I express my gratitude.
These photos where taken with love.Be so kind as to threat them that way.
copyright Ange Soleil ( a.k.a Tweng) 2008
one of the fun, very simple activities for all my clients is to get their wallets looking sharp. Decluttered, user-friendly, a metaphor for their overall financial life.
This is my current computer workstation.
My current desk is a (gasp) rubbermaid-ish picnic table (yes that's a $2,000 30" Apple Cinema Display sitting on top). This is just pathetic, I know.
Make a statement with this built in wardrobe that has masculine white glass and black frames. It gives a seamless, minimal look. Ideal for creating more space in your bedroom as well as creating a minimalist image. It is both easy to use and sure to make you happy by helping to declutter your bedroom.