You probably don't have a drawer that looks like this:
I mean, I cleaned it out last year. Along with it's companion closet. Once perfectly organized, it then turned into this:
I'll admit. My storage space is enviable. But you know the rule--Have space, will fill it. Or is it--See a mega-sale on lotion, must buy it? Anyway, clutter stresses me out. But in the past, I've always carefully organized the clutter, only to have it end up looking like someone tried to steal all my diamonds again (nope, no diamonds).
Enter the book, The Joy of Less. It's an Amazon Top 10 of 2010. Miss Minimalist taught me something that I kind of knew but never applied to my bathroom before. You're supposed to completely empty the room and take the contents somewhere else. Then, only the things you love/need can come back in. This is totally embarrassing, people. Is there a support group for this? Toiletry hoarders?
I had some major piles going: Keep, Trash, Recycle, Give-Away, DRUG Disposal (it also seems I have an expired drug problem). In just a little over an hour (while watching netflix), my closet was reclaimed and I had the joy of less. Ah, white space.
Oh, and the drawer? Guess who found enough MAC recyclables to get her free lip gloss? :) But, in keeping with the new rules, when one new lip gloss comes into the home, one needs to leave. Just so you know how I'll keep the pretty white space. 
Allow me to put the joking aside for a moment. Having less and consuming less is a deeply spiritual movement in my heart. I'm not even sure how all this crap got here. But I don't want it. And I'm taking measures to stop it.
After I did the bathroom clean-sweep, I went over to the little girl I love's house. She doesn't even have a couch. I'm blessed. And guilty.
Do you think I kept too many necklaces? Really.
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1 comments:
This is my favorite non-deep post you've written, I think. For multiple reasons:
1) I lived with you and your toiletries and your mess (And, to be fair, you lived with mine) so I am all too familiar with that disaster area. Ah, memories.
2) I, too, struggle with bathroom clutter. Why must I hang on to every stupid half-used mascara and/or Clinique bonus gift? Oh, I know why. Because when I get pinkeye fifty times I have something to use once and throw away!
3) How did I not know about the MAC recycling program? How many free lipglosses have I missed out on?? I'm kinda mad. And going home to figure out whether I have any half-used MAC stuff laying around.
4) I find this totally inspiring. The great bathroom cleanup will commence shortly at my house!
And no, not too many necklaces.
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