April letter: The minimal in me

Posted: March 1st, 2013

I yearn to be capsule collection woman. Over the past month, I’ve been throwing/giving away as much stuff as possible in an effort to be streamlined and tidy. As such, I’ve long dreamt of a wardrobe full only of effortlessly chic pieces that I wear year in and out, and to some extent I’d succeeded. But now my wardrobe seems to be full of old favourites that need to be retired. I’ve always wanted a bathroom cabinet stocked with only a single face wash and moisturiser, a signature nail polish and matching lipstick, toothbrush and toothpaste. This is also not quite the case. I appear to have accrued all manner of lotions and potions in an attempt to maintain a youthful radiance and carefree complexion. And I sincerely wanted to not buy another book until I’d read all the ones I already have. Additionally not happened. But worse, my house has a basement. It’s terribly well organised but it is rather full and since I read on Theminimalists.com that organising is often well-planned hoarding, I have come to the horrible conclusion that this is me. So why can’t I get rid of more stuff?

Some of it, I protest, is archive: photos, portfolios, sketchbooks, letters, magazines, books, etc, which arguably I could scan, download, tear sheet or otherwise attempt to amalgamate into a couple of neat albums on the computer. But this might be a lifetime quest, and would make me fantastically poor company for the duration. The CDs and DVDs have already been relieved of their boxes and are neatly filed in Muji wallets (love these!), the books and (coughs slightly) even the magazines are carefully arranged by category. And the rest? Well, there’s general household tool kit things (drill, sander, electric screwdriver, hammers and a seeming surfeit of chisels and files for some unimaginable reason), tins of spare paint, extra tiles and carpet off-cuts.
Then there appears to be a large Chinese bird cage, fake palm tree(!), preserving pan plus empty jam jars, various chairs, stools, vases, oversized dinner party crockery, spare duvets, a mirror in the shape of Italy, a Calder-esque mobile, suitcases, Christmas decorations and several crates of assorted other ‘objets’ collated over the years.

It’s not that it’s all stashed downstairs because I don’t like these things. It’s rather that there’s no place for them upstairs, which has previously not been reason enough to discard any of it. After all, what if we move somewhere with more rooms? Hmmm. Seems like a bad case of just-in-case-ism. Thus, pursuing my mission to change my life in 90 days (see last month’s letter), I have about 30 days left to dispense with as much of the rest of it as possible. Just think what I could do with all the time freed from perpetually re-sorting the basement. Hell, I could turn it into a games room!

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