Too. Much. Stuff.
If they were honest, all of my friends would admit that, like me, they spend a good amount of time moving stuff around—putting it away, giving it away, and reorganizing it.
In my mailbox today was a long line of CyberMonday emails urging me to buy more. On Facebook, another long line of posts also says go ahead and buy more stuff but buy it locally. A competing thread says don’t buy anything.
The fact is that, like most lucky people who are able to, I enjoy buying stuff and find it pretty easy to convince myself I can use it, if I don’t necessarily need it. But it’s getting less enjoyable to manage the collection I have.
For example, I’d love to recommend some new gardening books as gifts, and I probably will. But the reality is I have run out of shelf space for my own, and stopped having time to read most of them a couple months ago. I rarely pick up a technical gardening book unless it’s a plant encyclopedia—and most of that can be found reliably online now. Personal gardening titles—essays, memoirs, and letters—are still enjoyable, but they’re piling up too.
As for tools, I would love to get rid of half of what I have. I only actually use one pair of pruners, one spade and a big shovel—and the Cobrahead to get through the tree roots. There’s way more than that clattering around the garage. (Most of it would be useless to anyone—like those silly little weed forks.)
Too much of the mass-produced stuff offered to gardeners as holiday fare has the same sort of planned obsolescence as the contents of my garage. I look forward to reviewing all the crafty offerings Amy elicited in her recent post—but I’m not sure where I’ll put any of it. This is why I've begun to give more forced bulbs as gifts—they fade away on their own. (Though many of my recipients try to keep them as potted plants despite my advice.)
How about you—how do you deal with your stuff stream?