Skeletons in the attic

gold shoes on empty shelf

Well, the packing has started and the shelves are bare.

Actually, to be completely honest, my shoes are literally the ONLY things I’ve packed so far. Well, the shoes and some hair products, because PRIORITIES, people, PRIORITIES.

I had hoped to be much further through the packing stage by now, but the thing is, before we could start packing up the rest of the house, we had to first of all empty out the attic, and oh my God, you guys, it was like being in an episode of Hoarders. I’m honestly not exaggerating (for once) when I say there was more stuff in that attic than there is in the rest of the house combined. Actually, let’s not beat around the bush here: there was more stuff in that attic than there is in the rest of the WORLD combined. (OK, now I’m maybe exaggerating just a little bit…)

There was a lot of stuff, is what I’m saying. A LOT of stuff. And I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking it was all clothes and shoes, but actually, no, it wasn’t. I mean, there were SOME clothes and shoes up there, and opening up THOSE bags was like opening a time capsule from 2003, seriously. But it was mostly just… STUFF. All kinds of stuff. The further back we delved into the dim recesses of the attic, the further back we went in time, until Terry finally emerged clutching a set of curling irons (with the actual “iron” part missing), which I’m 98% sure must have belonged to the previous owner of the house, because I have NO recollection of them whatsoever. None. Then Terry went back in, and OMG, Lord Lucan! And Shergar! And… is that the Holy Grail I see back there, peeking out from behind the dinosaur skeleton?

It. Was. Horrendous. Like, take all of the angst I poured into my last post, multiply it by ten, give it a splitting headache and a million bruises from bumping endlessly into all the STUFF, stir in a strong sense of claustrophobia from the rapidly-filling house, and let’s call that “Thursday”, shall we?

Where's Rubin?

It’s our own fault, obviously. And the thing is, we’re not actually hoarders, in the true sense of the word. We’re just lazy. And, you know, our house is small. I may have mentioned this a few times. Indeed, it’s the main reason we’re moving. The only storage in the whole house (other than the kitchen), is the built-in wardrobes in the two bedrooms, and they’re both full of clothes, so basically, any time anything ELSE came into the house over the past ten years, and we didn’t know what to do with it, we just threw it into the attic. Well, it was easier than having to actually make a decision, you know?

In the new house, we won’t be able to do that. The new house, you see, is larger than this one, but the attic space is much, much smaller. The house is a three-story one, with the third floor (which contains just the master bed/bath) built right up under the eaves. There IS an attic above that, but although we haven’t seen inside it, we’re told it’s only large enough to hold a couple of suitcases, say, and not much more than that. All of our existing attic-dwelling items, then, would either have to be stored somewhere in the house itself, or they would have to go.

We decided they would have to go.

shoe shelves

Well, it wasn’t really much of a decision, was it? The fact that the stuff had been in the attic all these years without us ever missing it (Or, indeed, remembering that most of it even existed…) is a pretty good sign that we don’t actually need it. There isn’t much point in hauling it all to the new house, and filling all the closets with it, only to end up right back at square one, with no storage for anything else, so this morning some friends of ours came round and helped Terry cart it all off to be either donated or binned. I’d estimate that we’re keeping maybe 10% of what was up there, if that, and we’ve had to be totally ruthless about what goes and what stays. Yes, even me, with my habit of anthropomorphising everything, and crying when I have to throw anything away.  Amber the Ruthless, that’s me. It was pretty hard, to be honest, but it was also rather cathartic. I’m glad we did it, and I’m also glad to know that the lack of attic space in the new place means we won’t be able to slip back into bad habits again.

Things will be different with this new house. I know it’s the biggest cliché in the book, but it’s a fresh start, and I’ve decided that the main theme for the new place will be organisation. Sexy, huh? Yeah, I know it’s boring, but I really want it to be super-organised: no more clothes spilling out of closets, no more tangles of cables behind desks, so more rummaging through drawers to find something you THINK is in there. And definitely no more overflowing attics, which possibly conceal International Men of Mystery within their depths.

shoes

On the subject of the new house, we’re actually getting to see it again today, which is super-exciting. We’ve obviously viewed it a couple of times already, but that was back in April, and the house has been rented out since then, so one of the conditions of our offer was that we be allowed to see it again, just to make sure nothing has changed radically since the last time. The surveyor’s report came back last week, so we know there are no major surprises waiting for us, but I have to admit, I’m a little bit nervous, because what if we just don’t like it as much this time? What if we walk in and it’s different from how we’ve been remembering it, and not nearly as nice?

I mean, I’m sure it won’t be. But if it is, well, at least we cleared out our attic at last.

Wish me luck…

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

11 Comments

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Call me M

    Good luck with the new house! I wish you the best with your move!
    You should see OUR attic! We do exactly the same! Everything we’re not sure what to do with, goes in the attic. We’ve been meaning to clean it and toss everything we don’t need/want for a very long time. Maybe we should do it this fall!

    • Reply August 3, 2013

      Amber

      I’ve promised myself never to let things get into that state again: if I ever have another house with a large attic it’s going to be getting regular clear-outs – never want to do THAT again!

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Fi

    I love that you’ve labelled that box OMGSHOES! Good luck with the house viewing. x

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Kristian

    Good luck as you continue with the move!

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Stacey

    My shoes were the first things that I packed, and somehow the last thing that I found to unpack. Which is how I moved 2000 miles in only a pair of flip flops. Of course we ended up driving through a snow storm in that time too. So that was fun. And it took me forever once we got moved in to find the box(es) where my shoes were packed.

    Our new place has no attic space. All our previous places had large attics where our stuff went to die, but this place has nothing. We didn’t count on that when packing (we were ruthless when moving, but there’s still mementos that we wanted to hold onto – in the attic) but now we’re having to find places for old ‘stuff’ that we didn’t plan on having taking up valuable closet space.

    Your poor dog looks a bit worried about all the boxes!

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    LydiaGrace

    Any time you’re putting off tidying the new house, this post should kickstart you!

    Really happy to know that over the next few months we’ll see the disappearance of stress, and the return of bubbly Amber!

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Fran

    Good luck! And you are so right about attic things. We turned our attic into an inhabitable loft a few years back, and just decided to throw everything away, because aside from Christmas decorations, we literally never took anything from it…

  • Reply August 3, 2013

    Sandy

    Our attic is actually a room…but because we didn’t need it all our “stuff” got dumped in there as if it was an attic. We have a swish attic with stairs! Hubby even cut into the dormer window space to make a cupboard within the attic room. Ahh…oops?

    Good luck with your move. At least with 3 floors you’ll be able to wear Rubin out on the stairs if he gets a bit giddy. LOL!

  • Reply August 4, 2013

    Dordyline

    oh my gosh! I go away for a few weeks and all of sudden another catastrophe is solved and you are off on a new adventure! It’s like when you take a break from Neighbours and all of a sudden everybody’s dead and Susan and Carl are now aliens and it takes you weeks to catch back up.

    Oh well I best start reading.

    Good luck with the move Amber!

    • Reply August 4, 2013

      Amber

      Haha, having just caught up with the three weeks’ worth of Neighbours I missed when I was on vacation (Yes, I am lame), I laughed so hard at this :)

  • Reply August 4, 2013

    Tracey

    Are you reading for something shocking? House in Australia almost NEVER have attics.

    All that stuff, just being forced into the house proper.

    If that doesn’t scare you into not hoarding, I don’t know what will. Good luck with the move!

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