As for me:
I’ve moved probably 25 times in my life…mostly I haven’t been the main decision-maker there. I go through periods of hoarding and dumping because so often I’ve allowed or been forced to allow others to decide what I get to keep. So I don’t know if “things” are important to me, or are supposed to be important to me, or if that’s a character virtue or vice. I’m a little messed up that way and I know it. I guess I’m at the point where I’m at least content that I recognize the above binges and accompanying attitude. I have weird attitudes about photos and mementos in particular.
Less emotional is clothing. Lots of weight changes, so I have lots of sizes in my stash, but I see no reason to throw away nice clothing that will probably fit in 6 months (truly!). But it’s hard to keep it organized, what with moves and a sizable household…and my husband and two of my children are close to my height if not size at least some of the time, so it gets a little overwhelming, so need a better system there. The only emotional bit is seeing my really nice suits and cocktail dresses that aren’t getting worn for a while. I loaned whatever would fit to my younger sister before the last move, so that helped a lot.
If I don’t get anything back, oh well, at least it didn’t get wasted. Anyway, I tend to buy very classic pieces of okay to great quality at deep discounts whenever possible, so it does pay off to store things well for some time. I will not store a size 2 t-shirt from Target for two years just so I can say “Hey, I used to wear this!”
Books: Sigh. Love em. Hubby has many, many more than I do, mostly medical and philosophical. He’s willing to get rid of lots. I don’t want him to! I might read them some day (actually, I do), or the kids might (Lord, I hope!). I just don’t have enough bookshelves and I know this isn’t our “forever home.” I’m looking really hard at getting some of those Smart Bookshelves that put together like Lincoln Logs and are supposed to be able to move easily. They are pretty pricey though. We don’t have Ikea nearby, and we live in probably the only cute Craftsman Bungalow that has no built-ins except in one closet. Most of my books are nonfiction how-to books, a few cool art photography/coffee table type books (or other things guests might like to flip thru, like reprints of 1903 Sears Catalogs), and a few used paperbacks I purge regularly.
Craft supplies: I mentioned this in another thread. Used to do a lot of crafts, especially painting. I have a one year old now and two teens, and a lot of other things on my plate, so I don’t do much. But I really don’t want to get rid of anything. That stuff is expensive, I don’t really have the kind of stuff that goes out of date, but I’m afraid of improper storage. My finished drawings and paintings are actually suffering more that the supplies and that is making me feel really funky.
Husband: Won’t get to much into it now, and he’s done a lot of purging over the last couple years, but he’s saved a lot of tchochkes that I’d never dream of hanging onto. Garbage bags full of faded Mardi Gras plastic cups and beads and bar flyers and who knows what. It’s kind of made me feel weird, maybe for aforementioned reasons. He’s a Katrina survivor, though, so I can understand hanging onto extra junk for awhile. I kind of talked him into saving just a few of the really cool ones we could hang up or actually use in some way, and that helped. I think the next time we move, though…and I hope it’s the last…we only keep things we really love.
I really could write reams on this subject though. On reasons of hoarding alone, if either of us lived any closer to family again, we wouldn’t be able to escape piles of junk. As it is, I used to get monthly little postal boxes of newspaper clippings, old jeans I wore in high school, expired coupons, random candy bar, a magazine, etc. from my grandmother. They’ve dwindled to once or twice a year, though, now. When I lived in the same town as her, they were weekly shopping bags!! But I’ll miss them when she’s gone. 