bookmark_bordermy chair

my white chair

Doesn’t everyone have too much stuff?

Whenever I’m trying to put something away in the small place I call home, I curse my need to buy things I don’t have room for. Whether or not I need them is debatable.

If I had more room, I’d probably just buy more things. And if I had a car, the trunk would no doubt turn into storage space for out of season things.

I have decided that if I ever move, I will pack up my favorite white chair and sell everything else on craigslist.

bookmark_borderBut what about my stuff?

I collect things. Kitschy things I have no use for. Silly things. Funny things.

Lots and lots of things.

And I like to display my things. A recent obsession is vintage 50s ashtrays. I have dozens. A while ago it was cameras.

But I yearn for something else. A simple place with nothing to dust. Clean lines. Crisp forms. Clutter-free joy.

[Okay, I realize that I have used the words ‘obsession’ and ‘yearn’ already and I’m not even 100 words in.]

I have become very interested in modernist architecture. Dwellings like this now thrill me.

How I wish I could live in a place like this. The insides look so appealing and spare. Soothing almost.

I want this.

I fantasize [oops!] about my next home. I want to de-clutter my life.

How much are storage lockers going for these days?