As it’s just me and you here I’m going to make a small confession. I have a bit of a thing… For jam jars. There I’ve said it. Once again I thank goodness we live… More
“Clutter: (noun) A collection of things lying about in an untidy state.”
The writer of this definition could well have walked around our flat for inspiration – and I’m ok with that, sort of – but when does our ‘stuff’ transform into something darker and perhaps more worrying?
Eve O. Schaub had an entire room taken over by clutter, which was gradually seeping into other areas of her home in Vermont, USA.
In her new memoir, Year of No Clutter, she doesn’t just take on the mammoth task of clearing out the ominously, yet appropriately, named Hell Room, she looks at how it got into that state in the first place.
Here’s the blurb:
From Hoarders to The Life- Changing Magic of Tidying Up, the question of what to do with all of our stuff seems to be on everyone’s mind.
Eve Schaub’s new memoir is the tale of how one woman organized an entire room in her house that had been overtaken by pointless items.
It’s also a deeply inspiring and frequently hilarious examination of why we keep stuff in the first place—and how to let it all go.
I was slightly dubious about how a book that, on the surface, seems to be about cleaning one room could keep me interested but actually it is so much more than that.
We seem to have a preoccupation with ‘stuff’ at the moment – from popular hoarder programmes to best-selling books that teach you the right way to tidy up.
What this well-researched title does is look at the psychology behind our attachments and, while it is about Eve (and her family), I certainly saw elements of myself in her.
Just like her previous memoir, Year Of No Sugar, her latest is inspiring and humorous – along with the odd ‘wait, what?’ moment (the story of the mouse, that’s all I’ll say).
My rating: Three stars.
Thank you to Sourcebooks (via NetGalley) for the ARC. All opinions are my own.
I had a couple of hours of “me time” last Sunday and visited a new exhibition at Norwich Castle called Small Stories: At Home In A Dolls’ House (more photos here).
The finale features “magical, miniature rooms” specially created by Norfolk architects, artists, makers, students, and school groups. The one above particularly called to me, I think I might have actually sighed with pleasure at even the thought of such a decadent bath.
It’s a fab exhibition, if you happen to be in Norwich, and well worth a look.
To see what other people have been snapping for My Sunday Photo this week please click the camera below.
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It was with a contented sigh that I finished The Kicking The Bucket List by Cathy Hopkins.
I was going to say a “happy sigh” because I enjoyed it so much but, while the story has a fitting ending, there is a tinge of sadness to it so that word didn’t seem right.
The book is a lovely, warm read with a lot of heart and it flows so easily even though it tackles some huge subjects such as love, relationships and possibly the biggest, death.
Afterwards I felt like I learned a lot of things about mindfullness, meditation and life lessons in general but never that I was being taught, it was all cleverly weaved into the plot.
Here’s the blurb.
‘Oh, I wish I could see your faces now. How are you going to refuse the last wish of your dead mother?’
Meet the daughters of Iris Parker. Dee; sensitive and big-hearted; Rose uptight and controlled and Fleur the reckless free spirit.
At the reading of their mother’s will, the three estranged sisters discover that their inheritance comes with very tricky strings attached. If they are to inherit her wealth, they must spend a series of weekends together over the course of a year and carry out their mother’s ‘bucket list’.
But one year doesn’t seem like nearly enough time for them to move past the decades-old squabbles and misunderstandings. Can they grow up for once and see that Iris’s bucket list is about so much more than any of them realise…
I only have a brother and I have no idea what growing up with sisters is like but I imagine it just the way Cathy describes.
Along with the happy memories and family jokes there are old hurts stacked up along with new arguments and bouts of jealousy to contend with.
Luckily Iris has a plan to mend those fences and along with her two friends comes up with tasks to turn her single flowers back into a bouquet.
It’s Daisy/Dee who tells us the majority of the story but there is input from Fleur and Rose too, which helps to carry the tale along nicely.
This is Cathy’s first book for the adult market – not that you can tell – and I’m already looking forward to the next one.
My rating: Four stars.
With thanks to the publisher (via NetGalley) for the ARC in return for an honest review.