I was reminded of why I declutter through an unexpected visitor this week.
A very unexpected visitor.
Early one morning, I woke to some commotion in the kitchen. Assuming it was a child, I went to check it out but instead of a child, I found our living room window screen pushed in and several items from the counter between the kitchen and living room scattered across the floor.
After catching my breath and calling my husband out, we discovered the cutest little bandit I’ve ever seen had broken in, stolen a scone off the counter, and was now sitting on the deck, happily unwrapping and eating her bounty.
Meet Buttercup:
(Bonus points if you know the reference to the Queen of Refuse, the Queen of Garbage.)

Once we made sure there were no more critters hiding in the house and re-secured the window, I looked at the chaos Buttercup had left behind. I was grateful the mess wasn’t worse. Keeping my house from getting out of control definitely helps make unexpected situations like these easier to deal with!
But there was still a mess to deal with. A tray she knocked to the floor had held our HomePod speaker and a few sentimental keepsakes: a set of ceramic ducks from my grandmother, who passed away last year, and George, a clay monkey my daughter made in school years ago.
Two of the three ducks were shattered. George had lost multiple limbs.
As I stood there with broken pieces in my hands, I paused.
You may have heard of the “poop rule” when it comes to decluttering:
“Do you like this item enough that you’d clean poop off of it to keep it?”
Well, I now had a new version: The Raccoon Rule.
Would I clean, fix, and keep something a raccoon got her paws on?
It was tempting to toss them out. They were damaged. The mess was inconvenient. But these weren’t just random knick knacks – they were items I had chosen to keep.
And that’s the heart of decluttering for me.
My decluttering isn’t really about getting rid of stuff.
It’s not about what I’m losing.
It’s about what I’m keeping.
And what I’m gaining, including the joy from seeing our memories displayed around us.
I had kept those items because they are filled with happy memories — sweet treasures that make me smile when I see them.
So I picked up the pieces, sanitized them, and plan to glue them back together.
Decluttering, to me, has never been about living with nothing.
It’s about living with intention.
It’s about creating a space that is manageable, and it is also about creating space for what matters – and having room to appreciate the joy in what stays:
Like a one-armed clay monkey named George, who now has a few scars and a great story to tell.