Hi, my name is Charis, and I’m an adult that hates cleaning. The words “Spring” and “cleaning,” when combined, make me panicky. My husband mentioned the idea once and I felt so betrayed. “Do you even know me!?” I even hate the simple Saturday morning chores like dusting and vacuuming (probably because I’m lazy).
I also hoard things. When I was little I would literally collect and save candy for months…which turned into years. I’m not kidding, I had a jaw breaker for more than 3 years. In high school I saved every card and note written to me. Now, as an adult, I’m willing to admit that I simply like things. I like sentimental things, pretty things, things that I got for a good deal (cheap things), etc. I am not a minimalist by any stretch of the imagination. I love the idea of minimalism…for other people that are less worldly than I 😝
So….the other day when I was in the mood to actually get rid of things, I had to seize the opportunity! I had to do it fast, before I was back to my normal self.
- Break some of my attachment to things
- Get rid of items I wasn’t using
- Reorganize intentionally
Don’t bother counting the nail polishes, I did it for you. I had 54 nail polishes. I was able to eliminate 13 of those because either I never wore the color, the formula was horrible, or they were so old they had turned into sludge. I then organized the remaining polishes by color and put them back into my nail polish racks. I got rid of 25% of my nail polishes. Do I still have too many? Probably.
Next was my closet (don’t mind my husband’s side) and dresser drawers. I went through dresses, tops, bottoms, swimwear and shoes. I put away all my winter clothes (probably a mistake, as I’m looking at snow in the forecast), then got rid of clothes with armpit stains beyond saving (ew!), clothes that were too high maintenance to enjoy (#momlife), clothes that never fit properly, and clothes I hardly ever wear. I was also able to part with some shirts that were “fitted” when I bought them years ago and now are just plain too tight and scream, “look at my belly! It had a baby in it and might never look the same!” I have some pants that scream the same thing, but for some reason I have hope that one day I will fit them again. Hopeful? Or unrealistic? Ask me in 2 years 😝
Then I put everything I was keeping back in an organized fashion. My closet is organized by shirts, pants, skirts and dresses. My shirt drawer is split into t-shirts (aka the things I wear every day), “real” shirts (aka not t-shirts), and athletic shirts (aka things I might wear one day when I stop using my baby and persistent abdominal pain as an excuse).
This is everything I eliminated.
- Intentionally organized closet and dresser
- Satisfaction from knowing I will wear everything I owned
- No regrets