I try, a little every day, to eliminate the clutter that has taken over my house.
So far, that has led me to get rid of almost every piece clothing I do not absolutely LOVE, and 90% of the books I'd kept around since college. I have very few knick-knacks, except for photos, shells I've picked up on the beach, and the occasional Thai thing we brought back when we returned Stateside.
I do not buy videos. I do not buy CDs. I only buy children's books that we need for school, and most of those I re-sell at the end of the year.
Same with clothes for the Sons--when they outgrow it, stain it, rip it beyond repair, it is out the door.
I generally can resist the latest kitchen gadget, or any other space-consuming thing.
When my birthday comes around, I tell people not to get me anything, and I MEAN IT. Because I don't want stuff taking up space in my house. I want to see the bare floors, clean surfaces, and, most importantly, I want to be able to spend my time doing stuff, instead of maintaining things.
So, why is my house completely crammed with crap? I can't stand it. Can't. Stand. It.