...still, STILL, KonMari-ing...
Okay but seriously though. I am still KonMari-ing.
Also, I'm having to go back and KonMari categories that I supposedly finished. Which indicates that I am not quite doing it right. However, the degree of my possessions has certainly been halved, at least. So without further ado....
Spring 2018 Update:
I am starting to take the title of that book more seriously.
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up
I think it might actually have changed my life...A year and a half after reading the book, and I am still joyfully whittling my possessions down to those I truly adore.
Suddenly I have started to enjoy my house. It is clean and authentically 'me.'
As my life is getting cleaner I discover a 'style.'
My house. Clean lines. A collection of blacks, whites, greys, and browns, with splashes of rich yet subtle blues, yellows, and greens. Modern. Sleek. Happy - almost childlike - accents of message boards, graphic pillows, and quirky figures.
My clothes. Clean lines. A collection of blacks, whites, and greys, with splashes of vibrant blues, pinks, reds, and yellows. Attire is separated into business professional that hints of kindness and casual loungewear that is very relaxed and usually involves cargo pants.
The change in style is accompanied by a change in shopping habits.
No longer do I miserably walk into the nearest store and then leave as soon as I find the first thing that resembles why I came. I now shop when I am alone and without time restraints. I go to as many stores as necessary to find what meets the item's requirements and also my style. Earlier this week I went to 7+ stores in search of three beautiful and decorative flower pots to adorn my home. By the third or fourth store I was feeling pretty silly. Maybe I should have purchased the pots in the first store...But I was having fun! I was searching for decorative pots. I didn't need them. I wanted them. I wasn't in a bind or hurry. I remembered KonMari's description of what should be in my home.
Things that bring me joy.
So I went to seven or more stores that day and found three wonderful pots. They bring me joy. They are unique. They proudly hold the greenery planted inside. Or at least I am proud - I have decorative pots and living green plants! I have come to find sanctuary and solace in my neat, organized, simple living room.
Now this all seems rather simple and intuitive, especially if you have read the book. However, growing up in a cluttered, overflowing, and endlessly disordered house, I was tempted to believe that clean, tidy houses were a result of grump, stuffy, and materialistic people with no sense of wonder and no spark of life. Perhaps those people valued their possessions more than relationships. Now this makes sense if you consider the fallacious belief that our house was messy due to the simple fact that children lived there and you can't have happy children and a clean house at the same time. Turns out we had neither, but that is another story.
I do not clean and tidy because other people will see my house and hopefully not because all this KonMari-ing is turning me into a materialistic person. I clean and tidy because I like clean and tidy. Just hopefully not at the cost of being grump and stuffy ;)
Also, I'm having to go back and KonMari categories that I supposedly finished. Which indicates that I am not quite doing it right. However, the degree of my possessions has certainly been halved, at least. So without further ado....
I am starting to take the title of that book more seriously.
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up
I think it might actually have changed my life...A year and a half after reading the book, and I am still joyfully whittling my possessions down to those I truly adore.
Suddenly I have started to enjoy my house. It is clean and authentically 'me.'
As my life is getting cleaner I discover a 'style.'
My house. Clean lines. A collection of blacks, whites, greys, and browns, with splashes of rich yet subtle blues, yellows, and greens. Modern. Sleek. Happy - almost childlike - accents of message boards, graphic pillows, and quirky figures.
My clothes. Clean lines. A collection of blacks, whites, and greys, with splashes of vibrant blues, pinks, reds, and yellows. Attire is separated into business professional that hints of kindness and casual loungewear that is very relaxed and usually involves cargo pants.
The change in style is accompanied by a change in shopping habits.
No longer do I miserably walk into the nearest store and then leave as soon as I find the first thing that resembles why I came. I now shop when I am alone and without time restraints. I go to as many stores as necessary to find what meets the item's requirements and also my style. Earlier this week I went to 7+ stores in search of three beautiful and decorative flower pots to adorn my home. By the third or fourth store I was feeling pretty silly. Maybe I should have purchased the pots in the first store...But I was having fun! I was searching for decorative pots. I didn't need them. I wanted them. I wasn't in a bind or hurry. I remembered KonMari's description of what should be in my home.
Things that bring me joy.
So I went to seven or more stores that day and found three wonderful pots. They bring me joy. They are unique. They proudly hold the greenery planted inside. Or at least I am proud - I have decorative pots and living green plants! I have come to find sanctuary and solace in my neat, organized, simple living room.
Now this all seems rather simple and intuitive, especially if you have read the book. However, growing up in a cluttered, overflowing, and endlessly disordered house, I was tempted to believe that clean, tidy houses were a result of grump, stuffy, and materialistic people with no sense of wonder and no spark of life. Perhaps those people valued their possessions more than relationships. Now this makes sense if you consider the fallacious belief that our house was messy due to the simple fact that children lived there and you can't have happy children and a clean house at the same time. Turns out we had neither, but that is another story.
I do not clean and tidy because other people will see my house and hopefully not because all this KonMari-ing is turning me into a materialistic person. I clean and tidy because I like clean and tidy. Just hopefully not at the cost of being grump and stuffy ;)
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