Last week, before we had a go at emptying and reorganising the summerhouse, I decided to have a go at emptying MyShed.
DH and I have always had our own sheds, each called MyShed (or YourShed if we are talking about the other person's shed).
MyShed was originally used to store the mountain of chicken parephernalia that we had when we had a flock of girls here, and a breeding flock and pen of growers at the allotment. We now have only one small flock here, and we have reduced what stuff we have. MyShed has gradually acquired overspill from HisShed and other areas.
I had a go at clearing it a few months ago, and I did get rid of quite a bit of stuff. I also couldn't bring myself to dispose of some bits.
Last week I was not in the best of moods, and I was looking at MyShed to see what I could remove to create space to take stuff from the summerhouse. And that was it.
Before I knew what was happening, I'd made a large pile of stuff to go to the tip. It was full of stuff that I'd looked at previously and decided I wasn't ready to part with it. I've discovered that being in a bad mood is almost as effective as being in pain, when it comes to decluttering. That, and the weight of having cleared my parents smallholding and wanting to reduce the amount of carp that my Executors will have to deal with, of course.
I could have donated some bits, but I was not in the mood for faffing around so it all went to the tip.
I did manage to advertise - and sell - a large feed bin. The lady who bought it was lovely, and it turned out she was going to be using it for chicken feed. I gave her some of my chicken paraphernalia (I had a spare Chicken Guard auto opener, and some large drinkers, and some small feeders that I didn't want to throw away but couldn't face advertising), and she seemed happy.
We immediately moved some stuff from the summerhouse into MyShed. Stuff which needs cover, but can withstand being in a shed. It's still a bit of a dumping ground but it's a darned sigh emptier (at the moment) than uit has been for years.
DH was mildly spurred on by my pile of stuff, and he decided to have a quick clear round before we did the tip trip.
