Please, please tell me I’m not the only one like this.
I crave order and minimalism and pretty spaces–but my life doesn’t reflect that AT ALL.
In fact, I think it’s a safe bet that the gap between what I want my my home to be and how it actually looks is the widest of any in my life. (Except maybe my desire to run an Ironman and my current lack of athleticism.)
My home reflects a lot of what’s going on inside it. It’s chaotic. My husband and I are squarely part of the sandwich generation. We live with our 13-year-old daughter, our 24-year-old son who has autism, AND Kevin’s parents who both have dementia.
Plus I work from home.
We have too much stuff. Clutter is drowning us. The idea of moving is daunting because . . . yeah, we’re talking a LOT of stuff. A whole lot.
My daughter, Adrienne, is an art history major at Boise State University and, as a result, I’ve been fascinated for a while by the idea of curation.
I have things that I love. Really, truly love.
Vintage things. Clothes that make my heart sing. Art. A whole collection of thrifted Le Creuset pots and pans. Things that I really, truly love.
And they’re totally overshadowed by things that need to GO.
My biggest project for this entire year is going to be that curation. Not just my house. My whole life. Hacking away at the junk to get to just the sweetest, best parts. The stuff I really wanted and need and crave and love.
It starts with a deep, deep decluttering. I don’t want anything that I don’t adore. (And even utilitarian things can be things I adore, I’m convinced.)
I actually have a plan for this. I’ll be writing more about it soon.
Meantime, I have a mini pre-goal of getting my own personal spaces (my work area, my closet, my bathroom) gutted and cleaned and pretty. And decluttered.
Curated.
Stay tuned!