hoarding

✲ after much lounging around the house and the back deck, drinking fruit juice and soaking in this glorious summer weather, i finally decided to stop being lazy and do something productive. since mum and dad renovated my bedroom, all my stuff has been stored in bags and boxes down in the bungalow, along with all their other hoards of shit.
i began the task of sorting through my mound of clothes and belongings, which has turned into a three day project...

with 10 huge bags and 15 boxes full of random stuff, from dream-catchers to hot-rollers to steel-capped work boots, i was stuck with the dilemma of what to keep and what to chuck out. absolute keepers like my 8-piece antique kimono collection were hung straight back in the wardrobe of course, but my problem is that i form sentimental and very emotional attachments to all my clothes, no matter when or where bought and how often worn. each item feels more like a close friend with whom i have many fond memories.... chucking a piece out feels like ending a friendship and throwing out the photos.
this horrible habit of hoarding has left me carting around a truck load of baggage from one house to the next for ten years until it was finally all dumped at poor mum and dads.

ive forced myself to be brutal while doing the throw, and am already mourning all those old friends... but am keeping in mind the expression 'out with the old and in with the new' as a promise of some more retail therapy ;o)