I like stuff. And I have a lot of it. Ever since I was a kid, I've liked stuff. That's just me.
Most of my stuff has special meaning to me, especially the items that belonged to my grandparents or my parents. And some of my stuff is just stuff that I love. Because it's pretty. Because it makes me happy. Or because someone gave it to me. Whatever the reason, I'm a person who has a lot of stuff, and I can't imagine being any other way.
Recently, I was in someone's home that is the exact opposite of mine; meaning, it was totally clean, organized, AND totally devoid of stuff. As I admired the shiny floors and pretty light fixtures, I couldn't help but wonder.....where's all their STUFF???
For instance, where were all the books? Hidden away, perhaps, neatly tucked into a cabinet? Stashed under the bed? I didn't snoop around to find out. I was amazed at the neatness of the home, but yet....it seemed a bit empty somehow.
Here's an example of stuff in my house, and how I incorporate some of the things I've collected over the years into the landscape of our home:
Seeing stuff that has been handed down from my grandparents and parents makes me happy. When I look at these books, or the Beautyware cannisters, I remember all the happy times spent with my grandparents when I was a kid. I think about what my grandma might have made using that orange bowl or the hand-held sifter that cost $1.95.
I like having my memories on display, so to speak. Which is probably why my house will always look cluttered. Despite many various attempts to purge stuff and de-clutter, I still have lots of stuff. And I'm going to save all of it for Jacob, whether her wants it or not.