Let me start by making it perfectly clear that I am NOT a hoarder. It’s just that all the piles of stuff that have filled up my little flat are making me look like one and I need to do something about it…

While I haven’t yet read any of those life-altering/mind-blowing/magical cleaning up books, I have found myself drawn to several minimalism/organising/tiny house blogs and videos of late. (I’m not going to mention any names because I may decide to sue some of them later for emotional distress!) Needless to say, I am now feeling bullied into, obliged, compelled, inspired to create a few spaces around the flat where I can walk without tripping over and/or bumping into things.

I have to admit it’s highly unlikely that I’ll be whittling my wardrobe down to 33 items (including shoes, bags and other accessories!!!), or downsizing to the point where I can travel the world with the totality of my belongings packed into a Le Pliage tote, but I do think it’s time to engage in a thorough clear-out. I have far too many items of clothing I will never wear again (and some I’ve never worn before), so it’s time to get real and get rid of them. And let me not start talking about the bags and the shoes…

There is one area that promises to be traumatising difficult… My books. My brothers keep telling me I have too many books and should sell them. That is NEVER going to happen. To tell you the truth, I’m more concerned about the fact that I’m related to people who think it’s possible to have too many books than I am about trying to catalogue them all. Fortunately, my sisters are much more understanding.

So this year I’ll be doing some major decluttering unless, of course, I win the lottery and move into a bigger place! I’ll keep you apprised of my progress.

And, no, I will not be posting any before and after photos… It’s too embarrassing. I’d prefer to keep my private life private.