In which I buy myself a new look and discover it is French New Wave style…. The other day, I went through my closet and saw that I had a lot of clothing that I thought I “should” be wearing at my age, as a mom, rather than what I want to be wearing. I ruthlessly cut out what I didn’t wear or want to wear anymore. All of that went into donation bags. I embraced the fact that I love to layer and need a lot of long sleeves to keep me warm when I get a chill. I kept…
When I begin my decluttering journey, it was more about the effort to find the things I need more quickly and not feeling as if I was drowning in “stuff”. How many times can one person trip over a laundry basket of “things to be sorted later” before they feel frustrated? (Answer: Once past ‘too many times’). Even the amount and assortment of clothing I had was starting to annoy me. (You can read about that here). I took a test in a magazine that pointed out I am a “sentimental clutterer”. I keep things because, once upon a time…