Our story of home turned out a little different than we had planned, and we moved from the new Chicago home just shortly after one year of landing here. "California grows nuts" we were told as we packed again and this time moved 2 blocks north into a smaller abode- the trade-off being a very short walking commute to both our business and an excellent public school for which the new address qualified us for enrollment. And we purged again. Even the children are getting good at it, and our buying habits have shifted such that the move and the purge should have been easier. We stashed larger pieces of furniture and appliances in storage at the business, and began another chapter of life with less stuff and, as they say in Denmark, more life.
As I lay procrastinating on a lazy Sunday, I began to think about the lava of shoes that has crept out of the closet (a large walk-in) as well as out of smaller armoires and under-bed storage around the master bedroom. What volcano have we landed upon that one woman's shoe collection, most of which go unworn in a new climate and new profession, can take over square footage? I half-nap and think, do I really have to get rid of these things, these friends of the foot, these size-never-changes accessories that are always ready to bring a smile to the worst outfit? Isn't this problem a function of needing to buy more of a storage system? And then I remembered hearing about a guy named Dave and his quest to live with just 100 personal things. And the aforementioned people of Denmark. And how often "clean the closet" or "rotate the wardrobe" show up on my weekend to-do list.
Refreshed with the idea of living with less, I arose and, after skating past the lava with barely a scalded little toe, immediately found Dave's list. But I really like my shoes. I love my shoes. I can probably get rid of quite a few pairs and still feel grand abundance. But for a girl like me, with really good intentions, could the plural of the thing just please please please count as one? I could make it fair for the family by granting the same stretch to my son (legos), my daughter (earrings) and my husband (books.......well really we all hoard books but we'll let the Master of English hold the bag.) Thank you, dear muse of minimalist virtue, we appreciate your support.
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