Years ago, I de-cluttered my home. I discovered that the process was more about celebrating what you choose to keep than mourning what you decide to discard.
Home…Hurrah’s series My Favourite Clutter is all about celebrating those special items – the ones that share our stories and express something unique about who we are. The clutter that we love for whatever reason!
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I have noticed, over the last few years, that a lot of the meaningful clutter in our home winds up in my workshop. Simple items like my son’s first running shoes; the satiny, cream coloured shoes that I wore on my wedding day almost 19 years ago; lovingly home-made cards that we’ve received. I store these things in boxes or place them on shelves. I have no intention of throwing them away, and this type of clutter seems to feed my creativity.
The workshop is where I also used to keep these 9 spoons and a tea sieve. They have travelled over miles, continents, and time to find their way into my possession. They were given to my mother by my paternal grandfather’s grandparents. (Yup. Pretty old. My mom figures that some of the spoons are probably from the mid 1800’s.) If these spoons could tell their story, they would probably need a whole book to say it.
These spoons have developed a natural, worn beauty over time, the kind that cannot be replicated, charming and imperfect with age.
I mean, look at the first spoon below. How many meals does it take to wear a spoon down like this? It was clearly someone’s favourite soup spoon! Do most of the things made in our modern day and age even last long enough to show that kind of wear?
Last year, before storing them in a safety deposit box, I decided to have a bit of fun and draw one of them. No plan. I just picked up a spoon and started to draw it in the middle of a large paper.
Eventually, I added other things to the drawing: a piece of wood that I picked up while walking at a park with my mom, tassels from (the same) great-great grandparents’ table runner. The background drawing was mostly from my imagination, and has a lot of symbolism. The Rosemary branches are from my husband’s plant that we keep in my workshop.
My drawing skills are a bit rusty, but the only way to deal with that is to practice, so this was a useful exercise. Maybe I would have done a few things differently if I had sat down and planned the drawing in advance, but allowing it to develop spontaneously was part of the fun. Anyhow, hopefully this is just one of many drawings to come.
I think I am starting to understand why I am collecting “clutter” in my studio. I may not be able to get to it for a while, but I think I have plans for it all. Vague, incubating sort of plans.
I would love to hear about your favourite clutter! Please feel free to join in the fun and link it back here so I can check it out!