Whaddya mean never heard of it? The famous ‘100 Things Chuck Out Challenge’? Come on you must have seen the book? Alright, I admit I made it up. I mean AS IF someone could write an entire (best-selling) book about chucking stuff out and how it can lead to a more confident, successful you, giving you the courage to move on from negative relationships, achieve all your life goals and even lose weight while dancing in a meadow with magical unicorns, or something. That would be INSANE.
I just fancied chucking some stuff out and thought 100 things would be a nice little challenge (yes I do know I need to get out more thank you very much). I’m generally pretty good at ditching stuff and even have my own little mantra: ‘If in doubt, chuck it out’, with one small caveat being ever-so-slightly out of date food, in which case I’m a bit more ‘It’s probably fine, just scrape that bit off’.
Anyway, much to my 5yr olds disgust I’m constantly sneaking her “really, really most favourite ever *insert useless tat*” into the bin while she’s at school. In fact I’m pretty sure she’s become the terrible hoarder she is as a direct result of my efforts to rid the house of her
junk prized possessions. Mean Mummy.
To address this I’ve implemented a pre-chuck stage, a ‘trash stash’ if you will, where I now temporarily move the offending items into a secret holding station (cupboard under the stairs – shhhhhh!) and if Flump doesn’t sniff it out like a little truffle pig it gets ditched the next week. Small victories.
Due to the school holidays starting stupidly early this year I didn’t get a chance to do my annual, sneaky pre-Christmas toy cull in preparation for the arrival of shiny new treasures. Eye-twitch aside, the shiny new treasures proved to be a welcome distraction and I actually managed to ‘relocate’ some of the old stuff unnoticed! What. A. Buzz. The risk of getting caught at any moment, the thrill of concealing that Moshi Monster up one sleeve while they were right there next to me, oblivious.
Ahh it took me back to the time I managed to eat the last Cornetto while the kids were in the kitchen with me and didn’t suspect a thing, one of my personal favourites in terms of parental achievements. So, a Happy Meal toy here, an odd Barbie shoe there and before I knew it my work was done and all was well.
But I wanted more. Like an adrenalin junkie I was already itching for my next hit. Kitchen cupboards, wardrobes, bathroom cabinets, pants drawers…nowhere was safe and well, now I’d set myself a challenge the game was ON!
In about an hour I’d gathered together the following:
4 books, 1 coffee machine, 3 pairs of shoes, 12 items of clothing, 50 pairs undies/socks, 17 items beauty/ expired medicine, 1 bag Baobab powder, 6 toys/kids tat, 6 kitchen items.
100 things sounds like a lot but I reckon I could do this on a monthly basis without too much effort, I might even get to dance with the unicorns if I do it properly! What do you think? Are you a hoarder or a chucker-outer? Are you up for the (world famous) 100 things challenge? I’d love to know if anyone tries it!