De-cluttering books/clothes

This title is normally a dirty word around here. I LOVE books but I scared I'm going to be one of those old people that has to be dug out from under the piles after I passed away a few weeks before hand.


Inspired (shamed?) by my friend, Joan... you know who you are... ;o) I've taken on a new philosophy. Pencilled in and subject to change because I can't commit to anything much that requires me to go against the grain:o)

If I want a new book or anything for that matter,  I need to get rid old things first.

Here's my first attempt at reducing the cook books. I haven't used these books in the last year at least and that's probably just trying to justify myself, some I've never used, on second glance I might never have cooked anything out of any of them. They just held a promise of hope, of which I never took hold of.

I'm sure more could go but it's not a bad start. I'll just keep repeating the new mantra, if I want something new....


Well it's actually catchy, the feeling of freedom or release or however you describe it. I've started on my clothes:

It keeps growing!

I feel emotionally purged ;o)