As I journey to decluttering my home, I find I’m decluttering my life as well. Revelations have come to fruition as I sort through our belongings. Last night, as I was pairing up clean socks, I realized the discolored, blue and broken plastic laundry basket we throw all the laundered, single socks, is older than my marriage. My husband has had this laundry basket long before he and I started dating. He actually can’t remember how old it is. We’re going to guess it’s about 20 years old and was, at one point, the only laundry basket we ever owned. We had less stuff back then.Read More →