As a lot of you will know, I have just finished completing the KonMari Method, so I wanted to put together a thorough guide to everything you need to know about it, based on my experience. So, welcome to my (lengthy — you have been forewarned) KonMari “after” post, where I share what I’ve learned and answer all the questions I’ve been getting, such as: Onwards! ->
‘Mementoes’ is the final category in the KonMari Method… and I fucking did it! When I first started the Method back in April of this year, I wasn’t entirely convinced I’d finish it. And I certainly didn’t think it would take this long! It’s been 8 long months and, to be honest, I’m not really done yet because there are still some things to go to the charity shop, and a few other things that are still searching for homes around the house. If that makes sense. (And for another reason I’ll go into later in this post.) Nonetheless, I’m… Onwards! ->
{ If you’re just joining the party bus, catch up on my KonMari journey to date. Or head on over to YouTube to hear me talk about it (including the corresponding video for today’s post). Or if you’ve no idea what I’m talking about, read my introduction to the KonMari Method. } I feel like there should be dramatic music here because this was such a daunting and challenging task, and in a dusty and cramped environment to boot. To me, the attic used to hold a lot of awe and wonder — it was where my parents stored Christmas presents… Onwards! ->
If you’re going to tackle your kids’ toys, I can’t emphasise enough how important it is that they’re out of the way when you do it. Anything else is pure folly, like sweeping leaves in a hurricane. You have been forewarned. That’s what I found when I did a little pre-declutter with my daughter around. Lot’s of “oohing” and “aahing” out of her as she re-discovered lost “treasures” (mostly things that made lots of noise). I quickly admitted defeat and deferred the project to a later date. If you have kids of your own, you’ll understand and empathise when I… Onwards! ->
So I finally started tackling the first of the trio of terror — the garage (the other two being my daughter’s toys and the attic). Seriously, I’d been putting this off for so long that it became this giant Everest in my head. Though, in fairness, it’s easy to see why: My husband was convinced I was mad when I told him what I was going to do (although he’s been “convinced” of that for a long time now). He tried to persuade me to put it off to a day when he was available to help out, and after… Onwards! ->
