There’s something in your home right now that you’ve been meaning to deal with for years. You can probably picture it without trying. The thing on a shelf. The box …
If you’ve ever stood in front of a closet and made a different kind of decision (not “do I love this?” but “is this still part of my life?”), you’ve …
I sat down in front of my hall closet on a Tuesday morning with a cup of coffee and good intentions. I’d read an article about Swedish death cleaning a …
There’s a cabinet under my kitchen counter that’s full of empty glass jars. Mason jars. Pickle jars. Pasta sauce jars with the labels half-peeled off. I have at least thirty …
There’s a yellow KitchenAid mixer in the corner of my counter that I haven’t used in two years. It was a wedding gift. My mother-in-law picked it out from the …
I have six throw pillows in a bin in my front closet. None of them are on my couch. Most still have tags on them. And last spring, I almost …
Decluttering is supposed to feel good, right? Especially if you spend a whole day going through your closet, filling three bags with things you haven’t worn in years, loading them …
There’s this feeling that settles into a house after someone you love has passed away. Most of us know it. A kitchen that still smells like their coffee. The closet …
The candle set has been sitting in the back of my linen closet for almost three years (longer than I’d like to admit). It was a gift from my sister-in-law, …
I almost didn’t go. It was a Tuesday evening. I was tired. I’d already changed into the clothes I wear when I have no intention of leaving the house again. …