I never meant for this blog to be a study into consumerism or minimalism... It is not. But at one point last weekend I realised finally what it is that I am doing here: I'm trying to figure out when enough is ENOUGH.
I have a subscription to Vogue Australia and the January issue arrived last Friday. There was an article in there which I found rather fascinating... Titled “Material Obsessions“ by Kelly Doust, it narrates one woman's decision to sell her home to upgrade to another. This involves culling back her wardrobe and putting all her worldly possessions she does not need on a daily basis into storage to better present her home for sale. I will not give away what happens in the end, but it opens her eyes as to the true necessity of her belongings.
I must say that the contents of this article resonated with me A LOT.
My boyfriend and I have now totally moved into our new place and as per most Australian homes we now have a dedicated “junk” room. Yay. This is in fact the spare bedroom in which all our unpacked boxes live. Somewhere in the midst of all the boxes are our dining table place mats – one of the few things in those boxes causing us to say “Where are they? We need them!”. Everything else it seems... we can live without. So why do we have all this stuff? I don't know why, but I know that I tend to hold on to things 'just in case' or if 'this' or 'that' happens. Or worse still, I have plans for some things that never eventuate.
In reading this Vogue article I asked my boyfriend if he possessed anything which in his mind was irreplaceable. He said that apart from his photographs - everything he owned could be replaced... Suffice to say I feel the same about most of my possessions also. Especially the contents of my wardrobe.
I now know for sure after my last post that I am not a minimalist (I doubt that I could ever call myself that), but what I didn't expect to experience as I unpacked my wardrobe over the weekend is the monumental disappointment that I would feel at the sheer volume of clothing that I own that I DO NOT LOVE. There are plenty of things I do love, having carefully planned and thought through a number of purchases over the last year, but plenty still that just sit there in my so called 'twilight zone'.
Back at our old place these pieces could just be stored in my 'twilight wardrobe', but now my so called 'twilight wardrobe' is our only wardrobe and everything we own just does not fit in there. I could go to IKEA to buy yet another piece of particleboard furniture to store all of our unnecessary stuff... or I could just pare down for real. No more dillydallying... Enough is enough.