Exploring what life could be like if we weren’t buried in clutter, burdened with too many possessions, and surrounded by chaos.

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Entries from February 22nd, 2013

Can pens be recycled?

February 22nd, 2013 · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

I called Metro. We in Portland have a recycling hotline where you can call at any time and ask a real human being whether this or that can be recycled and where. Here’s the number: 503-234-3000. Staffed by humans from 8:30 to 5 on weekdays. They’ll either tell you exactly where to take an item, […]

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The mating habits of writing implements

February 15th, 2013 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Well…. if I’m not posting as often as I’d like, it’s because the agreement (between Lindi and me) was that I would not spend all my time blogging about decluttering instead of, say…. decluttering — which would be easy to do because guess which one is more fun? I’ve quit bothering to clear a place […]

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Categories of Pens

February 10th, 2013 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Well. I promised I wouldn’t bore you with all the different categories. But how else am I going to explain this photo? The wastebasket, as you might guess, contains the pens destined for the recycling center. [See future post, Can pens be recycled?]Then I have the pens I’m giving to the school children. [See future […]

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Sentenced to sort

February 9th, 2013 · 1 Comment · Decluttering, Passing it on, Recycling, Trash Disposal

A few days ago I took out all the pens I could find around the house and put them on the dining room table so I could sort them: “Pens to keep” and “Pens to get rid of.” But each of those categories has several subcategories, like Pens I love but need ink refills; Pens […]

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Pen-Pigs Anonymous

February 4th, 2013 · No Comments · Collecting, Excess of Possessions, Packratting

It’s really bad. I might have to start going to meetings. “Hello. My name is Kate and I am a pen-pig,” I would start out. (You have to introduce yourself in the correct way.) “Hi, Kate!” they would chime  in unison. Then I’d tell the following little story of hope. It happened the other day […]

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