The Definition per Webster:
Matter, material, articles, or activities of a specified or indeterminate kind that are being referred to, indicated, or implied.
Worthless or foolish ideas, speech, or writing; rubbish.
He stuffed himself with turkey and dressing.
He is a stuffy person.
A pickup truck picked up the stuff.
And in Britain it is a vulgar term such as our F word. Stuffed/ F-ed.
In my apartment the definition would read: She has so much "STUFF" she jokes she lives in a storage bin.
Yesterday I took on the crazy job of cleaning my storage bin to downsize. What a "Stuffing" joke as they say in Britain. I had no idea the severity of my decision. I was all organized. Had my diet coke (I know I know!) My little dog and her bed. The appropriate keys to engage entry to the dark hallway of what I fear most besides water.....giving my "STUFF" away.
My friend came over the other day and walked through my apartment.....stood at the other end and said, "You got too much shit in here!"
I said, "What?"
She said, "That antique wardrobe has to go. That table has to go. That oak plant stand has to go. That table behind your dining room table in the corner has to go. That french Provincial dresser along that wall has to go. And maybe we can re-do that chair so it can stay.
You see I bought a new sofa because I had two loveseats and when my significant other snores, gasps, chokes, and sputters, half the night I cannot sleep.And neither of us can use earplugs because we have anxiety issues from long disturbing lives making us think there will be a fire or earthquake or a plane might fall on the building and we would miss it! We do not have three bedrooms so the choice was sleeping on a love seat which I tried many times or buying a new sofa. Following me?
The living area isnt very large so friend was trying to help me decide what and where to put what and where. When she left I was even more confused. Hence...clean out the bin in case I need to STUFF more STUFF in it. And so I did. I took everything out. Filled my car with antique lamp, antique bird cage, Queen size Serta blowup mattress, clothes, boots, Halloween light up pumpkins, and a brand new cot for the granddaughter to sleep on when she comes to visit, minus its end piece which is under the bed because we are too dang old to stretch it to snap on. Now I have to run that back over to the Hospice Store as I forgot it under the bed. Jeez. Back to my point. There are six bins, one very large bin full of Christmas decorations. I cant bear to give them away. But do know there is no room for a Christmas Tree. Nope. Will put one on the porch outside is best we got. So why keep them? Because. They are from a huge Victorian White Flocked Christmas tree all my children grew up with 40 years ago. Gold and white birds, porcelain figurines, personalized ornaments, pink pearl garlands, roses, pink poinsettia's, and on and on. There are some things I could part with but I would still have five bins STUFFED full. Give them to the kids? Doubt any of the five want them. Times change.
This is my office: I cant believe I am sharing this. I am not a hoarder but my significant other moved in and I had to get creative regarding space for another person when there was no space for another person. Maybe that was a hidden clue. LOL.
This is the view to the right of my desk. Family photos and books dear to me. And a large cat scratching post.
This sits directly in front of me. Antique HOTEL KEY HOLDER. I have stuffed all sort of wonderful trinkets, miniature books, old buttons in babyfood jars, jewelry in jars, and my sons portable cassette player that is 12 years old at least. Beneath that is the printer and books. On the side is the Kitty Litter. I am graced to have it in my office. The half moon picture on top is from the home I owned in 1996. Cant seem to part with it. Yes I know this looks like a STUFFED room. Because it is. Notice the names under the cubbies of the Hotel holder. You know dang good and well when I die my children will come in with garbage bags and scoop it all up and out.
The Blue Morph Butterfly in the left corner is from a special mentor friend in Oklahoma. The Blue Morph is a healing symbol from when her husband passed from cancer years ago. The Ginny Doll is behind it.
The dolls from my sons. The antique purse, the 3 little stuffed dolls and a homemade Christmas card from my son in prison.....