When it comes to decluttering, the world seems to consist of two types of people: those who are able to divest themselves of inanimate objects once they’ve outlived their usefulness, and those who would sentimentally cling to an old rubber band.
Darned if I know why letting go of things is so difficult for some people, and so much easier for others, but I do know this. If you happen to be living with someone who is a “keeper” and you are inclined the other way, I suggest purchasing a helmet in preparation for repeatedly running up against that stone wall. Trust me. I speak from experience.
I hope you’re not angry with me because I haven’t invited you to dinner lately. I’m aware that you have had us over a couple of times, and I have not reciprocated. The truth is, I would love to. But there is a major problem. I no longer have a dining table.
You see, my husband has undertaken the redecoration of our home. In contrast to my affinity for the minimalist, uncluttered look, he seems to favor a very different style. The new decor has a contemporary motif based on two design principles of his own creation.
Principle I: Nature abhors a clean surface.
Principle II: Every electrical outlet must contain at least one, if not two, charger cords.
It is the former that has prevented me from being a gracious hostess.