Our house has two walk in attics.
On one hand that's great for storing all of the things a family tends to collect through the years. On the other hand it's not so great for the very same reason.
I've learned that after 34 years of marriage a family can collect an awful lot (especially one member). Having these nice attic spaces provides a great place to store these collections until it soon becomes an "outta sight, outta mind" situation. Uh-Oh!! Sooner or later it hits you that you have way more stuff than you can possibly need or ever use.
Years ago Brett put two sets of wire shelves in there to try to make some sense of the
clutter collections. Recently I went into the attic and declared it a disaster. I should have thought to take a picture, but this is embarrassing enough. Instead, you are seeing the "after" pictures. I've corralled like items together. Now if I need a basket I know right where to find it. Same goes for fake plants, candle holders and even fake lemons/limes.
Turning the other way I can easily access all of those vintage treasures that circulate through the vignettes I enjoy creating throughout the year.
Most of these treasures have come from thrift shops or rummage sales.
If you've been reading my blog for awhile you will, no doubt, recognize many of these "treasures".
You would probably be amazed to know that I have just purged a great deal of my vintage treasures. I'm finding that at this stage of life it is getting to be more work than pleasure to constantly be changing little vignettes throughout the house. My trips to the thrift stores now are mostly to make donations. If I want to "shop" for a treasure, I'll head for the attic.
This cleaning spree in my attic was a big job and gave me lots of time to think. While I know I'll always love the sweet vintage pieces, I also know that we are heading for the downsizing years of life.
Once order was restored to the attic, I felt a little reward was in order. These vintage baby items I have found through the years became a new "vignette" right when you open the attic door. My boys laugh at the stuff I find adorable and my one and only grandson is far more interested in Hot Wheels than ancient baby stuff. So, this sentimental grandma will retreat to the attic occasionally to get her fill of precious treasures from days gone by.
Anybody want to come and join me?