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 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.|