The Freedom of Simplicity
In case you just fell out of a tree this morning and lost your memory, my parents are moving in with us in the next month or so. Troy, Jack, and I have been living in a state of remodel since about June. I heard horror stories about what a nightmare it would be, but honestly our contractor and his team have been great. There have been a few hiccups like when we had less than two hours to move an enormous wood pile and all our gardening tools, lawn mower, etc., out from under the deck storage so they could rip the deck down. That was a fun night….
But seriously, in the grand scheme of things it has been totally fine. The constant mess and dust have given me so much freedom to embrace a more laxidasical cleaning lifestyle. Thank the good Lord it is a temporary lapse in my normal cleaning schedule, but it’s still been a nice change of pace.
Some time in late August (maybe early September?) we were asked to empty out our master bedroom closet, as well as the really lovely storage closet we had in our master bathroom. This sounds weird to follow with just text, but they were building a fake room out of our old master bedroom, and part of the old bedroom was becoming a hallway to our new master bedroom. And the former doors to our master bathroom and closet were going to be walled off. We now access our master bathroom through our master closet, via a hole they cut in the wall in our new master bedroom. We can get to the bathroom because they tore out the former bathroom closet and that is now the access point.
Clear as mud? I feel like I need to draw a template of all this one day.
Anyway, we had one night to empty out our whole closet, and shove all our bedroom furniture in to a corner of our old bedroom which would be our new cubbyhole for the foreseeable future. Not knowing how long it would be before we could move back in to our closet, I grabbed a total of about 10 outfits for summer and 10 for fall/winter. Troy and I moved in to Jack’s closet with our handful of clothes, and the rest got shoved in to garbage bags and hauled in to the attic.
I think we have a Nerf gun problem…
Anyway, it has now been at least four months that three of us have been sharing a closet. Granted, it is a large closet, but we’re still able to be organized and tidy and share the space efficiently. And during this process, I have learned a few very important things:
- Troy has WAY more clothes than me. I have more hanging in this photo, but we put so much of his stuff in the attic. I was shocked!
- No one else in the world notices that you’re wearing the same 10 outfits. About a month in to this, I made a comment at work about how I kept wearing the same few outfits, and all my friends looked at my like I was crazy. They seriously hadn’t noticed. I think as a society, we think so many people are paying attention to us, but seriously, no one could give two shits about what you’re wearing.
- I have a ton of clothes (but not as much as Troy), and some of them seriously needed to weeded out…even though I do a good job of keeping my wardrobe to what I wear often. Part of the reason I have so many clothes is that I weigh the same and wear the exact same size of clothes as I did when I got married. Now all my parts aren’t in the same region as they were almost 11 years ago, and some of the clothes fit a bit differently, but I own lots of clothes and shoes from 2004. I also seem to be a depository for people who gain or lose weight to dump clothes that no longer fit. I’m not complaining; of course I love free clothes!
- If you paid me $1k (please do), I could not name ten items of clothing that are currently in garbage bags in the attic. I know my maternity clothes are up there, but I’m talking about the stuff I used to wear day to day. Couldn’t describe it, or tell you what in the hell I am missing right this minute. That tells me so much about what a freaking waste of time all those clothes are/were. Once our closet is done and we’re moved back in to it, I’m going to look through all my bags in the attic and take 80% of those items to Goodwill or a consignment store.
- Having only a handful of clothes to choose from every morning has been so freeing. I open up the closet in the morning, and say “what haven’t I already worn this week” and I’m dressed in under 30 seconds.
Ridding my life of all that excess has given me such a sense of freedom. I don’t spend time thinking about what to wear, laundry is simple, and it has encouraged me to stop investing any energy in to “looking cute” of other people. They seriously don’t care ya’ll. No one cares. No one is looking at you. Wear sweatpants, don’t brush your teeth, or wear a vintage Michael Jordan Space Jams leather letterman’s jacket.
But if you seriously have a Michael Jordan Spam James leather letterman’s jacket, please please please send me a photo.
You might notice that we don’t have doors on Jack’s closet. The last tenants stole the closet doors. Yes, seriously stole the doors to the closet. They were terrible doors, which makes it even funnier that they chose to take them. When we moved in to this house in 2011, we were broke as a joke, and couldn’t afford to replace them. We had some old curtains from our last apartment, and hung those up as a temporary fix. Turns out we all love curtains instead of closet doors so much. When this remodel is done, we’ll have a new bedroom made out of our old master bedroom, and have made the decision to not put closet doors on the new closet. We’ll be using old curtains from our former master bedroom. Maybe when we’re doing having kids that can pinch their fingers and get stuff jammed in the doors, we’ll upgrade, but for now curtains are the tits.