I moved the furniture in my youngest’s room this morning; moved the posters on her walls around. Got everything rearranged, cleaned out just a bit, and it’s beautiful. So empty and peaceful.
I worked in the basement for five minutes, going through a bin of stuffed animals (the old “out of sight, out of mind” trick). I pulled five to keep–I’m still a sucker for sentimental stuff–and filled a 13-gallon trash bag with loveys to pass on.
I weeded kids’ books yesterday and kept only the much-loved favorites. This was met almost immediately with a request to read A Pocket for Corduroy. Funny how favorite books can be found when you get rid of the junky stuff.
I got in the laundry room closet today…..and it was still a laundry room closet.
But here’s the thing: the only items in that closet right now that don’t really belong are some picture frames that I want t buy mats for. Everything else, regardless of how un-minimalist it looks, is something we use. Not every single day, but easily every month, and absolutely every few months.
I’ve finally come to the realization that every home is going to have a bin of extra light bulbs.
Truly….I think this is something the glossy magazines don’t ever spotlight, and it’s stuff that no one likes to think about. But I daresay that even the most minimalist home is going to have a stash of bulbs somewhere. If they don’t, they’re going to be hanging out in the dark at some point, because bulbs don’t burn out when it’s convenient–much like smoke alarm batteries only running out at 3:00 AM.
So that closet full of “stuff” isn’t going anywhere. It is a testament to the reality of living this life. We use detergent, and have an iron and ironing pad. We need a place to keep things like string and screwdrivers and my secret stash of chocolate. I’ll do my best to keep it organized, and keep it cleaned out, but some “stuff” you just need to keep.