Tuesday, March 5, 2013

spring cleaning.








Every few months I go through Lua's clothes and pack into storage all of the tiny clothes that my big girl can no longer squeeze her butt into ;)  This time, she decided she wanted to "help" and started to  go through all the drawers and baskets in the house!  After about 30 minutes of trying on hats, throwing around pots and pans and trying on every pair of mama's jeans (and quite a bit of laughing), our small one-bedroom apartment could've easily passed on an episode of Hoarders (maybe not, but we were well on our way!). 

It was incredibly eye opening, as I really have never drug out ALL of our stuff and took a good look at it.  And we have a lot of stuff.  Too much stuff.  I should tell you now that I've been reading this blog.  Not only is this woman a great writer (in my opinion), but she and her man are living a life that I so admire.  For its simplicity, pragmatism and, of course, its proximity to chickens (and cows and donkeys and dogs and cats and sheeeeeep).  It reminds me that a simpler life is possible.  That you don't need 8 pairs of shoes to really live.  That you can actually survive with one or two good pots.

See, New York City has had far too much of an influence in some ways.  It is far too easy to get swept up in this fast-paced, fashion-based life of THINGS.  I'm sure it gets like this most everywhere if you let it, but in the city it is just magnified.

Buy this.  Eat here.  These are the cool utensils.  Look at this shop!  It's selling cheap/cool/fashionable shirts for 10 dollars. You know?  And it's not like I'm surrounded by people that are totally into farming and bee-keeping and simple living, right? 

I've been saying to myself since I moved here:  Just wait.  Someday, you'll move out of the city and your life (Sophie's life) can begin.  Well, that all changed as I was re-packing the hall closet yesterday - trying to stealthily remove my hand and slam the door before the golf clubs and vacuum and random tube that-I-still-have-no-idea-what-it-goes-to flew out at me.  I decided to not wait.  I'm going to be 30 in a couple days and I'm tired of waiting.  I also kind of (stupidly) realized that I'm the only one who was asking me to wait.  I CAN live the life I had imagined...just re-imagined with a different background.

So, I'm going to spend the next few months purging.  If it is not a necessity, it will be sold/donated/recycled/thrown away.  I'll keep you updated on my journey because I'm already asking myself, "what do I do with, like, footballs? and Christmas ornaments? and tire pumps? and serving plates?" and wondering what, oh what, is my husband going to think of all this? 



1 comment:

  1. Oh! Those picture of Lu are too much! That dress is precious! Good luck purging! :)

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