Do you say “foy-ay” or “foy-er”? I say the latter, but po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe…
Y’all! I can’t believe I actually followed through on a decluttering project. Not only did I find ten things to purge, I found 13!!! Thirteen!!! So, without further ado, here are my thirteen things in pictures.
Confession: I never considered “decluttering” a conscious part of my minimalism journey because I’m really so sick of seeing this word. I was adamant that I wasn’t going to declutter anything. I convinced myself that if I didn’t need it, then I’d just get rid of it, but I wouldn’t turn decluttering into a “project”.
Fast forward to now: I’m starting a decluttering project. Why now? Because I found myself just shifting things around putting them in their proper place with intentions of using them at “some point”, but six months later, they’re still laying around in their proper places, collecting dust and making me itch because I know now that I have zero intentions of ever using them again.
So, this brings me to Project Ten Things. Inspired by this article, by taking one room at a time and just getting rid of ten things per room, to begin, I would feel far more accomplished than trying to tackle my entire apartment (about 675 sq ft) at once.
I have 5.5 rooms (my foyer is the .5) and 4 closets, and as I look around as I type out this post, I already see at least five things that I can immediately get rid of. I already feel accomplished! Over the next six weeks, I’ll present a room, including the closets, along with ten things that I’m getting rid of. I’m actually looking forward to this.
See you next week when I tackle the coat closet and foyer! Pray for me…
I think I’m going about this all wrong. When I started this journey, I had a vision, but what I didn’t have was a plan. I literally decided one day that I was going to do this and belly-flopped into it. I just started pulling shit out of my closets and drawers and packing up stuff that I thoughtwas done with.
Uhh, dumbass, you needed that!!!
I miss my sofa. And my coffee table. And my computer stand. Yes, I got rid of all of those things! That was over a year ago. In their place, I decided to “downsize” and buy smaller, more streamlined pieces. You know what I ended up replacing them with? A glorified futon, a fire engine red, metal coffee table, and one of those lap thingies that you rest your laptop on. All from Ikea. All still sitting in their original packaging. One year later.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
Oh, that’s right. I wasn’t thinking. I tend to be an act first, think later person in just about every aspect of my life. Once again, mindfulness is essential in adapting to a minimalist lifestyle. See, I got so caught up, listening to all these minimalist gurus who raved about how ridding your life of “things” make for a happier, more productive “you”. But that ain’t me!!! I like having “things” because not only are some of them necessary, but they actually do make me a happier, more productive me.
So, now, I find myself replacing the things I got rid of because I took the “less is more” mantra to the extreme. Living light doesn’t mean getting ride of every damn thing. It simply means getting rid of the things you know you don’t need or no longer use. Stop trying to be like Minnie Minimalist who can survive with two plates, a fork, one pot, and a wine glass. And for goodness sake, don’t get rid of your sofa if all you do is lay around and watch TV or read books. Am I buying a new sofa? Hell no! I’m stuck with this futon indefinitely. I don’t do a lot of entertaining, but after a long day, it would be nice to chill somewhere besides my bed without having to contort my body just to fit into it.
So, I was thinking to myself; Self, how can I live lighter and still keep the things around me that make me smile yet not junk up the place?
Make them functional and purposeful!
I love owls (except when the bastards are attacking eagle nests with the little eaglets in them!). I love their big, bug eyes, their majestic plumage, and those damned hooked beaks. But what I don’t love is a house full of owl shit that just sits collecting dust.
So, instead of dedicating a shelf or wall full of crazy owl tchotchkes, I decided to cutify my kitchen with some owl salt and pepper shakers and a scrubber dish (I really needed this because I was just sitting my used SOS pad on the edge of the sink, and it was gross!)
And looky, looky! I also found some owl candles! Okay, so, technically I could’ve done without these, but they were marked down to $2.00 after Christmas last year, and I always lose power during a really bad storm, so there! Shut.it.
My point is that you don’t have to give up the things you love and bring you joy if you can find functional, purposeful uses for them. Now, if I could only make art with all these useless lipsticks I have…
Confession: The most difficult thing for me in this journey is letting go. Not because I spent money on it but because I live too much in the “What-ifs”.
“What if I need that later on?”
“What if I lose the other three that I have?”
“What if I actually lose those twenty pounds?”
“What if I go on Let’s Make A Deal, and Wayne asks me if I have a Samsung Razr in my bag?”
This is the shit that legit goes through my mind!
Baby steps, boo. Baby steps…
After months of putting things off, I finally forced myself to clean out my closets. I keep all my pants in one closet and everything else in another one. Anyway, when I pulled out my jeans, I discovered that I owned twelve pair. Twelve! My exact jean size, btw… Why do I own twelve pairs of jeans yet only wear three to four regularly? I don’t even wear jeans like that! I’m a leggings and sweats kinda girl (Elastic waists, anyone?)
So, in the end, I kept four pairs of jeans:
Denim culottes: I wanted a pair of cool, edgy denims. Don’t judge; you don’t know me like that 😛
Dark rinse, straight-leg: My “sophisticated” jeans to pair with heels or booties
Medium rinse, boyfriend cut: My comfy-fit jeans
Medium rinse, ripped, boyfriend cut: The jeans you pay a few bucks for to look hip when you could’ve just bought a pair of regular jeans and made your own fancy-schmancy rips and tears. (We’ll talk about smart spending in another post…)