Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Making Space at Home

When I spend time away from home, my life is always a lot simpler and decidedly more elegant. At home, I often feel the burden of my possessions, my relationships and my whole big bag of "stuff".
Today, I started to lighten my load as I undertook a partial wardrobe inventory, laundry and pressing project. Just how many pieces do I need to look and feel my best every time that I leave the apartment?
Right now, I'm not at the magic 33 number but I can reduce substantially from 333. For each season, can I construct  several great outfits that I can adjust to suit different occasions?

I have far too much orange and brown clothing

I started the morning with sorting the clothing in my laundry hamper. In my home, I use a communal laundry room while in my Paris apartments, I always have a ventless washer/dryer combination. This suits me well because I like to do smaller, more frequent loads and there are more settings than on the heavy duty commercial machines. I am looking into purchasing the LG model for the apartment. Smaller, more frequent laundry loads mean that I can wear the same clothing more often.
the simple, elegant way to do laundry in Paris

As I laundered summer bedding and towels, I wondered "how many sets of linens do two people need?" Our linen closet right now contains, a duvet, two quilts, a vintage chenille bedspread and toss cushions to coordinate with each different look. The apartments that I rent in Paris usually only include a duvet in a cover that also functions as a top sheet. Monsieur hates cushions but I now have a major investment in them.
my Paris bed
As I launder our clothing, I find that some of the items have been languishing in the hamper since before I left for Europe. I do pay special attention to laundering my clothes so I don't mix colours or fabrics without a lot of consideration. If I have not missed these items, do I really need them?

As two older adults living in a shared space, Monsieur and I are frequently  bicker about our personal belongings. Just this morning, after spending two days looking for my camera charger, I discovered that Monsieur had not understood what I was talking about and had put it in a drawer.
No charger, no camera, no blog! When I am living alone in my 30 square metres in Paris, such things never happen.

I am a sociable introvert which means when I undertake a stressful task, I want no one around. I want no suggestions and I want no conversation. I might listen to music of MY choice  but focus is really important to me. Monsieur tends to take this personally but that is just who I am. It's not elegant but at 62 years of age, I am not likely to change. Sometimes I'm the "B word".

All this is part of my "big bag of stuff. It's probably harder to "get rid of" than my surplus clothing.
I could proffer all kinds of explanations but to no avail. Only through my own awareness can I bite my tongue when the sharp words come.

I've done all that I can or want to do today. Tasks of this nature take more emotional than physical effort on my part. I just love the French verb "se débarasser de quelque chose" which means "to get rid of something".   Right now, I feel a little bit lighter for my effort. Bonne journée.

It's far too sunny outside to stay inside.

3 comments:

  1. Hello Madame, it's nice to meet you. One of your comments on Fiona's blog "How to be chic" prompted me to click on your profile, I came to your blog where I've been reading your archives. I love your views on getting older, books, Paris et al. I'll be back!

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  2. Welcome. I really enjoy "How to be chic". Fiona has some elegant advice and I think that one day, she will get a chance to live a Paris life too.

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  3. Bonjour! I too have to bite my tongue and not say something sharp to my husband. I remind myself I don't want to be one of those shrewish wives. Sadly I remember that too late sometimes, but I'm getting better.

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