![]() ![]() The area of the house I have the most trouble simplifying, however, is our kitchen. I know they’re just things, but they do require a sort of acknowledgement that I’m no longer the girl who works in a big building in the city, spending her lunch breaks shopping at Sephora and Anthropologie and buying zero-calorie spray butter ← I found an old grocery list while going through my coat pockets and I shocked even myself. Slowly but surely though, I’m parting with the clothes I still like but don’t wear. I put on a pair the other week (to go nowhere, might I add) and Aaron actually laughed because he found it so out of character. ![]() Because I work from home with a lot of time spent making a mess in the kitchen, and my co-workers are of the furry/shedding variety, it just doesn’t make sense for me to wear those pretty, flowy, dry-clean-only blouses. As someone who used to also work next to an Anthropologie ( really terrible for my bank account), I still have pieces I love but don’t wear. I believe the general rule is that if you haven’t worn something in a year, it’s time to donate it. That task was easy and it didn’t really pain me to ditch any of those things for the joy that I get from clean, organized shelves.įeeling braver, I got to work on sorting through my clothes. Hanging on to old bottles of nail polish I never wear (I used to have a slight nail polish obsession, which I blame on working next to a Sephora…very bad for my bank account), almost-empty bottles of lotion, and make-up that’s no longer my nearly bare-faced style. The thing about having more space and more storage compared to our last apartment is that it’s easy to let things fill the space. The other week I tackled our bathroom cabinets. I’m perpetually on a mission to de-clutter and pare down our belongings to only what we actually need and use. ![]()
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