Primarily a lot of dust. I’m a big believer in open windows and fresh air. The Domestic Goddess within withered away many years ago.
When I downsized four years ago I ditched a lot of books. This is how the concept for the Little Community Library in the local parkland began. I didn’t ditch the book shelves – they were upcycled as storage units for wine glasses.
I don’t own many books anymore though they slip through my fingers like quicksand. The pile of books at the end of the bed continues to grow ( currently sitting at 21 items) and last week I purchased a few more at the local Rotary fundraiser. There’s another book sale next weekend to assist the High School support their Chaplaincy program. This is a pretty controversial topic within Queensland schools. I’m totally lacking any religious convictions, and my kids never had to make use of these services whilst teenagers, but with the number of incompetent and dead beat parents in abundance I’m happy to support any program, religious or not, that works to keep our young people out of crisis mode.
End Of Rant.
The She Shack is my sanctuary. It houses my music, most of my movies and Flynns. I’ve been decluttering this area too by sending stuff to the daughters to enjoy. Especially little Harry Kilom. Afterall, you are never too young to watch Casablanca.
My Warries and other books that I’ve been collecting for thirty odd years are down to one book case also. I’ve retained the ones I believe my daughters will be interested in because of family history.
I just have to figure out how to house the TBR pile a bit better.