When you think of minimalism, do you immediately think of empty show home-type rooms? Or clinical white walls? That is what I thought, too!! There is a misconception that you can’t own anything extra and call yourself a minimalist. That you can’t own collections, your room can’t be comfortable, and you can’t have anything on your shelves. Arrange mindfully. Let each piece have room to breathe and shine. Create a shelf where the mind is calm but the eye lingers on each part separately and lovingly. THAT’S NOT IT AT ALL. Hygge and minimalism don’t have to be mutually exclusive.…
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I’m really into this new minimalism trend. I hope it becomes a lifestyle for most people and doesn’t fade. I support buying less things of greater quality and creating less waste. The shift from rapid consumerism to buying fewer quality goods makes me very happy! Before we bought our house, we knew that we wanted to buy small and only buy what we need to furnish it. We carefully thought out each purchase here, buying gently used goods when we could (our couch from Habitat for Humanity’s ReStore is the perfect example of this) or saving up for slightly better…
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I really feel like I could do that. I do. But I won’t. We still have quite a lot of stuff. In Marie Kondo’s book, she stresses that you should not declutter your family’s things, just yours. Kondo says that even a three-year-old child will get the decluttering bug if you’re setting a good example and they see how happy it makes you. With my kids, this didn’t happen. They saw how nice my room was and then just hung out in there. (hahahah!) Going to their own rooms just had them feeling overwhelmed. I asked my kids a few…
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I felt crushed by clutter when I came across the Konmari Method and her book, The Magic Art of Tidying Up. I did not have a hoarder’s palace, by any means, but every time I had to go from tiny pile to another tiny pile of stuff to find what I was looking for, I felt dispirited, my energy sucked dry. Frustrated also became a common emotion; like an old friend, it would hang out in the back of my heart ready to jump out and squeeze my lungs until my frustrated, shallow breaths became a norm. I could feel…