On Minimalism and Fat Pants

Photo By Mathieu Nicolet

I have long wanted to be a minimalist. When I see pictures of other peoples’ zen-like homes, free from clutter and unnecessary possessions, it makes me weak in the knees. Sometimes I think, “Well, yeah, if a professional photographer was coming to my house to take pictures for a magazine, I might somehow make all my clutter disappear too”. While I’m sure those homes in magazines hardly ever actually look totally clean like that, I think reaching that level of minimalism is totally doable.


If we had less things, there would be less mess to be made, and I could spend more mornings sitting on the couch and watching DIY Network. I mean, I do this in the morning anyway, but if we had less stuff and less mess, I wouldn’t feel so guilty about it. That’s the problem with stuff and messes—they create this background noise in ones’ mind: knowing you need to organize and clean, knowing you should probably get rid of the rust old mason jar lids, thinking about how you should clean up now before the day gets going and you’re too busy and hot to care… all of this mind clutter could go away if only I could let go of more stuff.


In light of this goal and since we are moving in the next few weeks, I have started going through drawers, cupboards and boxes, and practicing letting go of unnecessary things. I still hold on to some things that I know will likely never be touched again, but practice makes perfect right? It’s silly that I have to convince myself that we don’t need to keep all eight of the toothbrushes we’ve accumulated from dentist visits. What if someone stays at our house and forgets their toothbrush? What if I am doing some type of delicate cleaning that requires a baby-soft toothbrush bristle? For stuff like this, I have been saving one (maybe two) extra, and putting the rest in the Goodwill box.


My biggest challenge will be clothes, since I tend to fluctuate so much in size throughout the year. I would love to never own fat pants again, but I’ve gotten rid of bigger stuff before and gotten super mad at myself when I have to trudge to the store to buy more pants. And the whole “well getting too big for your clothes is motivation to keep in shape” argument doesn’t work on me, so let’s just let it go.


What do you have the hardest time letting go of?

Warm Weather Intentions

I’m not really a warm weather person, but there’s something very refreshing about the transition into Spring. In our area there isn’t much of a difference between Winter and Spring (or any of the seasons for that matter), but we have more light at the end of the day, it’s warm enough to pull out the tank tops and shorts, and there are Spring events going on every weekend. The summer weather promises lots of activities, and brings nostalgia for summers past when it meant no school and tons of time in the water.

In recent years, even though the summers here are very mild, I haven’t taken advantage of all that our city has to offer. I am literally five minutes from the beach and I may have visited there once or twice each summer since I moved here. Even then, I barely put my feet in the water and rarely am I there for more than an hour or two.

Apparently writing things down helps put them into motion, so I am publishing my intent to get out more this summer. Rather than hide from the heat inside my house, I want to go to farmers markets, hang at the beach, do weekend brunches, check out artsy events…and hopefully we will be in our new home, so we can spend lots of time on DIY projects. Our house isn’t even big enough to hold all the projects I’ve pinned to my Pinterest board, so at least some of those should get done this summer.

Update: How’s Married Life?

Since my husband and I were married just six short months ago, one question comes up pretty much every day: how is married life?


 Put simply, it’s the same.


 Here’s a little snapshot of what our relationship looked like PRE marriage:


 Work, school, pet the cat, try to get skinny, work, pet the cat, school.


 And POST wedding?


 Work, school, pet the cat/dog, try to get skinny, work, school.


Now, we lived together for almost two and half years before even getting engaged, so a lot of our day to day routine was pretty much figured out in the first 8 months or so of cohabitating. I can’t imagine trying to cram two lives together into one living arrangement while also figuring out what it is to be married. Not that we had a lot going on after the wedding that might be stressful on a new marriage, but the added pressure of having to make a marriage work out when you didn’t even know your wife literally leaves her laundry in a corner on the floor pretty much all year just seems like too much.

I’ve had to explain to several friends that living together can be a hard adjustment. Like for me; I love having my own time and space and hate being asked to do anything I didn’t come up with myself. So when my now husband and I moved in together and all of a sudden I was asked to help clean the kitchen when I hate cleaning the kitchen, I was really stressed out and wondered if everything would work out okay. There’s more pressure on making a relationship work when there’s a rental agreement involved, so it can be super stressful figuring out what works and what doesn’t. Arguments will be had, vodka might be imbibed, but it’s all a part of the growing process. We figured out that we can put up with the weird, annoying stuff about each other before we made the decision to get married and be forced to see the other grooming in the living room for the rest of our lives.


 Anyway, marriage is wonderful. It’s just the same wonderful as it was before, except I don’t have to pay for health insurance anymore (woot!!).