My Minimalism

My style is not the sleek and expensive modern landscape you generally think of as minimalism.

I love my elegant swirly rosewood headboard and my white quilt. At the end of the bed is a neatly folded white and blue toile quilt, at the head board are our white with tiny pink rosebud print sleeping pillows with a simple ruffle on the end. They aren't even new looking, they have holes in them. They say worn and loved. They work and are beautiful. My space still reflects me.

I enjoy books and movies. I have considerably downsized them. And continue to do so. I'm still not where I want to be with them. I am getting closer to my idea of only owning enough books to be comfortable on the built in shelves. Currently there is still overflow. I could just go for it and sell them all. But I'm reading them, savoring them and putting them in the sell pile as I am finish.

I'm the average mom with a mommly body. There were four sizes of clothes in my closet. The ones I left are the ones I currently fit in. Of course that was the largest size. But I am so much happier. I thought I only had 4 tops, but I have a new wardrobe just because the tight clothes are gone. I can even find my workout clothes way easier now. Which makes it more doable. That alone has changed my perspective and how I use my time. I get dirty now. I sweat! I go out in the yard and heal my soul with the work. All because I cleaned out my closet. Go figure.