Four Years Into Decluttering: What Changed, What Didn’t and What I’d Tell Myself
There are two pictures of my linen closet on my phone. In the first one, the towels are stuffed in so tight that one shelf bows in the middle. In …
There are two pictures of my linen closet on my phone. In the first one, the towels are stuffed in so tight that one shelf bows in the middle. In …
One gold earring with a tiny blue stone. A brass key that didn’t open anything in our house. A delivery box folded flat behind the hall closet door, “just in …
Every fall, when the weather turns cool, I switch my summer clothes out for my winter ones. Last month I caught myself doing something new. I held up each blouse, …
The worst birthday gift I ever gave my mother weighed more than ten pounds before you put anything in it. It was a big cast iron pot with a heavy …
It was still dark on a cold morning last winter, and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. I reached into the shower for my shampoo, and three other bottles slid …
“Are we moving?” my husband asked. He was standing in our dining room with a sandwich, because there was no place left to set it down. It was a few …
The envelope was plain and white, and it sat at the very bottom of a box marked “Misc.” The rest of that box looked like trash. There was a bag …
It takes me about 15 minutes to clear one kitchen cabinet, and I sit down the whole time. I didn’t always work this way. Years ago, I spent a whole …
I waited too long to clear out our attic. At 54, I could have gone up those pull-down stairs on a Saturday and carried boxes down all by myself. I …
By the time my mother turned 85, her whole decluttering list fit on one index card. We wrote it at her kitchen table, the winter she stopped making soup. She …