So, I'm flipping through Buried in Treasures (borrowed from the library), looking for inspiration to ramp up the decluttering another notch. Toward the back, there's a section about relating our identities to our possessions. My possessions make me feel like _____. A craftsperson/artist? A handyperson? An entrepreneur? A good family member/friend? Hmm, I think I might fit a couple of those. Do your possessions give you a false sense of identity? I know I've always tended to go all in when I get into something new. I haven't just bought one book on a subject, I've bought several, sometimes a lot. I don't just have a few pieces of fabric to sew with, I have two packed bins. The last thing I sewed? A few catnip toys out of flannel scraps. This is definitely something I've been working on controlling. Having a whole shelf of cookbooks doesn't make me a better cook. Having a closet full of yarn doesn't make me more of a knitter/crocheter. Having a shelf full of foreign language books doesn't give me better language skills if they're just sitting there collecting dust. I really need to work on getting things into better proportion with what I'm actually using. Even after all the stuff that's left already, there's still so much I'd truly never miss if it all just went away.
Only one paper Moosewood cookbook made the cut - one that's more about gardening than cooking, though it does include some recipes as well. I do have one digital Moosewood cookbook I picked up awhile back on a really good sale. That's enough. =)