I’ve been on a de-cluttering terror since last week–for all the reasons that everyone else seems to be wanting to streamline. Too much stuff that we don’t use taking up too much space and silently sucking up energy. A self-diagnosed mild packrat, I think I have finally reached the point where I can purge without sentimentality. I’m taking the “pretend we’re moving” approach–pull out anything and everything that would not make the cut under relocation circumstances and put it into one of several piles–garage sale, Goodwill, or Craigslist/consignment. The basement has become the staging area for these piles, allowing me to work on it one room at a time. Progress so far? Almost all the drawers in the office and the bookshelves, too.
The bathroom was the first room to get my wrath–not much storage, not much counter space. I had a dreamy idea that Corbin Clay (who made our beautiful dining table) could make a cabinet out of beetle kill. My inspiration was from an Apartment Therapy NYC bathroom. Alas, my dream faded quickly when the practicality side of our shared wallet took over. And thus was born my cheaper-fix idea of covering up one of the shelves, which would allow me to stand up more bottles without increasing the ugly factor.