I’ve had lots of stuff on the brain lately. And not in the general sense. I’ve been literally thinking about stuff. possessions. the bits and pieces that fill my closets, drawers, and well, let’s be honest – my floors (when I’m not being particularly tidy).
I’m feathering our nest. Our first apartment was cozy, but temporary. And since I knew it was temporary – I didn’t want to go all crazy with the decorating. I muscled out some curtains but that was kind of the extent of it. Now that we are in a new place – I’m feeling the urge to make it feel like a home. Hence, I’ve been thinking about pretty stuff to fill it with.
I’m sorting clothes and investing in staples. I think the process is just getting started, but I’ve been cleaning out my closet. No hanger left unturned. No baggy stacked-horizontal-pleated dress left unpurged (I had two of these? what?) On the flip side, I’ve been buying white pants on sale (and then wearing them after Labor Day, because Yes! I finally own white pants!) and searching for an army green military jacket.
I’m thinking about value. All this thinking about stuff has made me think about what I put my value in and what I get my value from. And also, how I treat the things I have with care. Materialism + Simplicity. Contentment + Engagement.