It’s been an interesting day. Our KonMari journey started with apprehension and frustration, as although Mr E was totally on board, he hasn’t actually read ‘The Life-Changing art of Tidying’ and my explanations were a little bit…crap. We got there in the end though, and managed to work our way through:
Clothes (his, hers and the kid’s)
Oh. I thought there was more. Well, that’s not an entirely fair estimate, as we did actually spent quite a while emptying the storage nooks and cupboards and sorting stuff into the relevant categories. This was surprisingly challenging. Usually I would discard as I emptied, binbag in hand, but I had to resist the urge and just focus all my energies on EMPTYING, knowing that the sorting came later. This freed me to go on autopilot, in which I could just put something in the right place – arts and craft, bathroom, tools… And that’s sort of where we are this evening. There are boxes and piles of pre-sorted stuff everywhere – well, everywhere that a toddler can’t reach.
I think for us, the remaining categories will be:
Cables, leads and electrical
Arts and crafts*
DVDs and physical media**
*Arts and crafts could get interesting, as my hobby seems to be collecting pastimes. I’ve got everything from knitting and crochet, modelling clay, fabric paint, haberdashery, some serious pencillage, to origami papers and papercraft. I guess I’ll find some kind of order somehow.
**DVDs and physical media should be fairly light touch. Since we Music Magpied almost everything we owned not long ago, we haven’t really gained anything new. Some collector’s edition Blu Rays and that’s about it.
So, Here’s what it really looks like to confront your hidden life and discern whether it brings you joy, in the form of my clothes:
The ‘Joy’ thing was pretty easy for me. There really was a feeling when holding each thing, and it was so nice to have the question framed in my mind as ‘do I want to keep this’ rather than ‘should I throw this away?’. I reduced my total number of clothes to 81 pieces. – including gym clothes, night clothes, underwear, coats, bags and shoes – in short, everything. Discounting the undies and specific clothes, my capsule wardrobe kind of created itself. It’s now my Joy wardrobe, and it’s 63% smaller than it was this morning.
I learned that most of my clothes are beige, blue, grey and black, and that’s OK. I’m digging floaty tops at the moment, and I previously owned far too many scarves. This was down to the mistaken belief that I’d be uncomfortable with public breastfeeding. I totally wasn’t.
I think we said goodbye (literally; read the book) to about 12 bags today, across rubbish, recycling and the clothes bank. There was a full bag of miniature shampoos and shower gels, and expensive moisturisers that I turned out to be allergic to. Razor blades with missing handles, and handles that you can’t buy the blades for any more. It felt good.
With day one over, and much gone already, I’m starting to imagine what this will feel like once we’re done. The wardrobe is an excellent place to start, and it’s no accident that it’s the first category. Getting dressed is often the first ‘chore’ of the day, and knowing where everything is seems like a good way to get into a great head-space for the day. Let’s see what tomorrow brings, with books and paperwork and arts and crafts…