Several years ago, I de-cluttered my home. I discovered that the process was more about celebrating what you choose to keep than mourning what you decide to discard.
It turned out to be an exciting undertaking with joyful results. Our home felt relaxing, spacious and revived by a new energy.
I was so glad that others could benefit from the many items that we no longer needed, and thrilled to have re-discovered items that I had abandoned in my own basement.
My home was transformed. One treasure at a time, one change inspiring the next. Our house became a place that celebrated our life and nourished us in new ways.
We have moved to a different house since then, and the experience of decluttering my previous home has profoundly affected how I am setting up my current home.
It has also inspired the new series I am introducing at home…hurrah! It’s called My Favourite Clutter! This series is about celebrating those special items – the ones that share our stories and express something unique about who we are. The clutter that we love for whatever reason!
My Favourite Clutter
A Mysterious Lakeside Treasure
When my son was about six years old, my husband and I took him on a drive out in the country, along a lake-side road. Stopping here and there to explore, we wound up finding a quiet, narrow, little beach, lined on one side with trees and bush. We stayed for a while, enjoying the air and peaceful view, while our son played in the rocky sand. At one point, he stopped and ran excitedly toward us holding this object he’d found in the shoreline, where the water meets the rocky sand.
It was made of a heavy metal, and had clearly been around for a long time – deeply encrusted with rocks, and so rusted that it had an organic appearance.
On our way home, we had fun guessing what this object might be, and imagining what unusual circumstances could have brought it to its current state.
How long would it have taken for rocks to become so deeply embedded into the metal?
My son was so proud to have found such a unique souvenir. Now it happily adorns my studio, on a shelf amongst my plants, reminding me of a beautiful afternoon that is suddenly 5 years away; reminding me to pay attention to life as it happens.