Saturday, 3 January 2015

Big Views and Bin Bags

Do you remember that 'Simplify Your Life' angel card that I was constantly drawing when preparing to downsize my living accommodation from a regular three bedroomed house to a six metre motorhome?  Well it still comes up repeatedly, a constant reminder to pare down.  Not that it stops me being a naughty clothes horse; two T-shirts, a rather natty pink sweat top and a lace fringed black jumper have come my way since I last 'fessed up about buying new possessions.  I think that I'm just going to have to accept that this is always going to be a weak point for me. As penitence I will be sending six items of clothing  to the charity shop.  Somehow things still got through the decluttering process that I never wear.

I don't think the process of simplification has just applied to possessions.  It refers to how I spend my time too.   I seem to have lots more of it now.  It doesn't feel that I'm just trying to fit in time for myself and loved ones around  work, looking after a child and squeezing in studying.   These gaps have the potential of allowing me to follow paths that I might not have taken when I felt so time pressured.

After a hectic few days of socialising I'm back at the motorhome and spent the day alone yesterday.  There was time to nap, meditate, cook a bit pot of dal and walk amongst  other things.  Oh, and I caught up with the immensely silly Miranda Christmas Specials, the first telly that I've watched for ages.  I think the van was rocking from all the giggling fits.   Yeah, yeah I know its fictitious but it's lovely to see that there's out there who's even more accident prone than me (and Lou!).  And she got Gary, yay!  I tell you something, if ever someone proposes to be using something like a pickled onion Monster Munch as a ring I'll know I've met my zany old match!  There's no plans for the rest of this weekend either but I reckon I'll seek out some company before I turn into an odd old bird!

I've found a beautiful place to walk around not far from the campsite.  Heathland  with 360 degree vistas from the moor to the sea leads onto wooded paths.   I found this though which saddened me.  It's been created by somebody who hasn't quite grasped the correct way to dispose of their unwanted possessions.  If it's you, though I doubt that you read my blog, can you come and collect your stuff and dump it somewhere more appropriate than the Devon countryside.   You didn't get your decluttering and simplification right the first time around!

4 comments:

  1. Hopping about in blogland and hopped onto you blog, I shall be reading back to find out more about living in a motorhome, It's something we thought of doing once until we decided we liked gardening too much,
    People who leave rubbish like that want shooting ! or worse!

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    1. Welcome over! Now I'm not a gardener at all. Getting out of it is one of the reasons that I moved into my motorhome! x

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  2. Pickled onion monster munch ring sounds as though you are well on the way to being that 'odd old bird' already! Long live odd old birds, says one to another! Who wants to be 'ordinary'?!

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    1. Of course I'd settle for some lovely hand crafted piece of frou frou if offered instead. More practical after all. The monster munch wouldn't survive 2 seconds x

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