I think we all have those spaces in our homes that gather clutter. When we don't know what to do with something, we put it there. When an item doesn't have a home, but it can't just sit on the kitchen table forever, we put it there. My kitchen counter is one of those dump zones, but at least I clean that off every couple of days.
Today I worked on a dump zone in what I refer to as my "Secret Closet" because it is where I store birthday presents and wrapping paper, and no one but me is allowed in it. If not for the sloping ceiling, it would qualify as a walk-in closet. Although I guess it technically is a walk-in, as I walk in and out of it on a regular basis.
There is a file cabinet in this closet. And the top of that file cabinet is one of my dump zones. If I'm upstairs and I don't know what to do with something, it goes there:
First of all, I would like to say this: If I ever even suggest to you that I need to buy a frame, specifically a 4" x 6" frame, tell me to go look in my Secret Closet.
Among the about 10 items I'm discarding from this closet are: four unused nursing pads, two ice packs of the kind they give you at the hospital when you give birth (my youngest child is almost three), a visual timer that I never figured out how to use and that I've lost the adapter for, two iPod cases, more headbands, and assorted—for lack of a better word—trash.
There wasn't a lot to donate from this batch, but I managed to find a couple of things.
I was left with the photo frames, a beloved Zippo lighter from my smoking days, some decorative boxes, and a couple other things.
I think you'll agree that this is an improvement:
The best thing I found is this orange penis wine glass charm that I got at a Slumber Party I went to last year. Why I bothered to bring this home, I can't say. What else I brought home, I won't say.
Stay tuned for the eventual decluttering of the rest of this closet. It will be momentous.