making room in the spare room

Last week I moved things around to make room for the essential 'extras' that will soon be delivered- but are only really required once a year...like: Christmas decorations (I have a rather large collection that began one fateful Christmas at one of the DisneyWorld hotels- with the assistance of nail clippers and a rather large suitcase); like: 'cool things I may one day need but can't figure out a use for / don't have room for now'; like: three boxes of vintage ribbon and rickrack that I won on a really really good ebay auction; like: camping stuff, hiking stuff, biking stuff (things I never seem to have the time for these days); like: photos from a previous life. 

I've come to several conclusions with the re-arrangement I orchestrated.  I've realised I would like to (finally) buy a house, plant some roots and let things come as they may (of course, with some directional nods from yours truly!). I've realised that although I couldn't live without 'that dress' five years ago it's finally time to give it up- which doesn't mean it no longer has purpose or value- just not for me. 

I've realised that every purchase, every little detail and everything else I bring into my doll-sized space doesn't need to be over-thought, it just needs to be chosen.  'Chosen' implies by it's very nature that there has been thought...possibly not a lot of thought, mind you- but thought nonetheless...

I have never lived in an empty house- growing up we always had four- of EVERYTHING! And even when I was a student- my houses and rooms have always been full- full of memories (which might be a blanket that my grandmother crocheted), full of found treasures (like my collection of vintage glass and linen), full of things-that-I-just-couldn't-live-without like my sewing machine.  Since I've been a proper adult I've acquired more stuff- more blankets, more linens and more glass.  More makeup, more books, more dvds, more cds. More clocks, more baskets and yes, more old suitcases.  The odd mirror.  Maybe one or two bowls.  A couple of framed pictures... You know me well if you know these things.  But the most important thing is you.  And me.  All that stuff is just stuff and if it wasn't here I would still be me and you would still be you and we would still be laughing and having a great time in an empty room.  Well, maybe not empty...