I am, I admit, a horrific hoarder, a befuddled borrower and an indecisive Irene when it comes to the things I own and may no longer need. As I'm off to travel the southern hemisphere in a month, I need to declutter this bedroom of mine because I know what happens bedrooms in my house when people go off to the southern hemisphere - they are gutted, their contents is generally emptied/moved to another area or room and nothing is sacred or safe from the prying eyes of the rest of the family, or at least those who are left.
I must admit to being instigator of the 'clear out' when my eldest sister took her second trip south becuase I wanted her room. I no longer inhabit her room, but at that time, at the ripe age of eighteen, it was, and I am sure of it, the only thing that kept me sane on that summer of selling clothes and living at home. Though it is true that many would argue that binge drinking and disregarding all parents' wishes was not sane, at the time, I believed it was.
So henceforth a plan must emerge that leaves my bedroom, and its contents in absolutely tip top shape and ready for any eye that may want to pry.
Exit any old letters not fit for such eyes and such. Enter a beautiful bedroom, glistening with pride of place and lacking any clutter and ridiculous nick nacks that no longer mean what they once did. Bu-bye wee bear of relationship passed, so long mini skirt from 2004.
Hello Space.
