My closet saw several more senior members go into retirement this week. Just when I thought I had whittled it down to the bare minimum, stylish drunk friends tell you that a few ugly pieces has got to go (love that!). To be honest, I hated these things. They lingered because I actually wore them to death. I’m talking 5, 6, 10 years of regular wear. I’m talking so many cycles through the dryer that the once long sleeves are now 3/4 sleeves. I’ve evolved and outgrown these things. Also I’ve learned, I can’t do crop tops anymore. Just can’t. Too old. What a relief! Getting honest feedback about my wardrobe reaffirmed my doubts about things that were hard to let go. And when I disagreed–that automatic reaction–reaffirmed my love for certain “ugly” things. I’m guessing you have something “ugly” in your closet that only you like? And the only person you’re wearing it for is yourself. That’s OK. More than OK. That’s great!
And speaking of ugly… anyone else see Everlane’s new modern babo shoes in green? I’m trying hard to imagine these looking good, but I keep picturing elves.
In bed on an early Sunday morning,
shades of gray bounce off the walls left intentionally blank.
There’s something peaceful about blank spaces. I used to move into an apartment and have this urge to make spaces feel “lived in”. Quickly my apartment filled with a bunch of unloved objects. Some time later, frustrated with my surroundings, I’d wonder how I ever accrued all this junk. The previous generation donated all their things and redecorated their homes entirely. But our generation, belts tightened, environmental consciousness ingrained since the 1990’s acid rain scare, has chosen instead to permanently minimize. Continue reading “apt: a case for blank walls”
For me, the hardest part about decluttering was letting go of gifts and sentimental objects that I know I don’t need/want. It’s easier with little objects but harder when a gift is large (and more obvious when it’s no longer in your home). The struggle is an emotional one. What will they think? That I’m ungrateful, that I don’t care, that I’m a callous bad person? But don’t they say it’s the thought that counts? After the moment you’ve shared your genuine appreciation, shouldn’t you be free to do what you want with the gift? I felt conflicted, so I searched the internet to see if anyone else has ever wondered about this and found a great essay “on getting rid of gifts” from the guys at the Becoming Minimalist blog. Their conclusion was that most people would not notice or care and one should go ahead and let go. And so I did, and instead of guilt, I found relief.
(relief: your mind’s way of letting you know you did the right thing)