When I started cleaning up my basement a few weeks ago and got rid of two worn-out desk chairs, amidst the junk there was also another chair. This one wasn’t in bad enough shape to throw away, but it never had been very useful either. It was just a cheap little task chair, okay for my kids to sit in when they were small, but not comfortable for an adult to use regularly. I donated it at the thrift store; here’s a photo in the parking lot after taking it out of my car.
While writing this post, I found myself wondering if there might be some kind of subconscious symbolism in hoarding old chairs. Something like musical chairs, perhaps—a fear that the music will stop and there won’t be enough to go around? Then again, to paraphrase Freud, sometimes a chair is just a chair. And this particular task chair is no longer cluttering my basement, so I’ve made a bit of progress.
About Clutter Comedy: Every Sunday (which I envision as a day of rest after a productive week of de-cluttering) I post a Clutter Comedy article describing my most memorable clutter discovery of the week. Other bloggers who wish to join in are welcome—just post a link in the comments! There’s no need to publish any “before” photos of your clutter, if they are too embarrassing. The idea is simply to get motivated to clean it up, while having a bit of fun too!