Last week, my husband missed his favourite trousers.
I thought they may have ended up in the same place as my favourite blue, linen dress – probably in a donation bin at the Salvos.
Applying the Marie Kondo ‘The Magic Art of Tidying’ to my house has been interesting.
At the moment, I’m about half-way through my house – so there are boxes of ‘stuff’, still to be sorted, lining the passages and walls. And the carport looks as though it should be hosting a garage sale tomorrow.
Somewhere in the middle of the initial phase; while I read the book, applied what I could, and two daughters moved back into our house, I lost my dress. Accidentally.
But I found my sanity.
I learnt quite quickly, thanks to Marie Kondo, that if something doesn’t ‘spark joy’ it no longer needs a place in my home. If it does ‘spark joy’, it needs to be allocated a proper home within my home.
If it has served it’s purpose and I no longer need it here, I can give thanks for it, and give it away to somewhere else where it may be useful or loved.
There is a sense of calm and peace that has come over this place as the clutter reduces and rooms become more restful with more space to do what we love to do.
To others, my house may still seem cluttered, I guess.
But I think some of what I’ve experienced has rubbed off on my (adult) kids.
This morning, a small pile of clothes appeared out of nowhere.
Among the pile…my husband’s favourite trousers.
Who knows. Perhaps there will be a joyous reunion with my favourite blue, linen dress.