So Brendan has had job interviews and hopefully will have an offer or two this week. Which means I'm back to packing and cleaning. I just went through every closet upstairs last week, and already they're filled with junk I moved from one spot to the next...I just packed up all my sewing stuff and found a box of wires that I have absolutely no idea what they go to. I found dead batteries, scraps of ribbon, pieces of patterns I've never made. So much junk!
Which leads me to minimalism. I would SO LOVE to be a minimalist. I want a house with no knick-knacks, artwork on the walls that looks like it was meant to be placed there (not just wherever there was a nail hole.) I want clean lines and open spaces. Instead I have hand me down couches with tons of pillows we always throw on the floor, and baby swings and toys galore...
In some respects I think I am doing an okay job. I will never need a walk in closet because I don't own a lot of clothes. I have about four pairs of shoes. I only buy one thing of shampoo at a time, and for that matter, only one face wash, toothpaste, cleaning product, etc. I have tried to stay away from lots of toys for Ingrid, especially the ones that have tiny parts and aren't much fun. I purge and donate monthly. And somehow my house ends up full of crap every time I have to move.
This time we've only been in our apartment for ten months. I would have hoped that meant that we'd have at least two months less crap around, but we had a baby. And I love fabric. And thrifting. Sigh...it's never ending.
So back to cleaning I go. I throw stuff away, I have a donate pile, I clean, I pack. And it still seems like we have so much stuff!!