My mother would call it a hot mess. I call it eclectic. My mother-in-law used to call it hodgepodge.
But the reality is I do have a method to my madness.Everything in my house means something to me.When they start to lose their meaning, that’s when I ask my kids, “Do you want this someday when I pass away?” and they are like, “No” or “Yes.” Then I know I either keep it or I send it away because if they don’t want it, there is no point in saving it for them to throw away later or have to deal with donating it later.
On some of the older items that I have because I am kind of old, I do save it for a couple weeks after I ask them in case they call back and change their mind, which has only happened twice.
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