uh huh ! finest Belgian chocolates & pink tulipsHave nothing in your house
that you do not know to be useful,
or believe to be beautiful.William MorrisFridayMLou arrived before 6pm laden (as she is want to do) with Valentine surprises pour moi. A big pot of pink tulips, a collection of my favourite
bubbles and
scent accoutrement's from the LUSH store in the city, the biggest, baddest giant bag of Starbucks coffee beans that I have ever seen and a red multi layered box of
les tres fine Belgian chocolates. Holy Cow ! Spoiling me Rotten • Wait there's more -
A bag of Thai take out for our dinner. Shut Up ! The freshest, most delicious veggie
spring rolls, green
coconut curry, pad thai, and a medley of vegetables with plenty of fresh ginger with perfect steamed rice • Be still my
Asian food lovin' heart • We sat in my dining room near the fire had a perfect dinner and chatted and planned our
attack of the clutter which would begin in earnest the next day.
A memento is not a memoryPeter WalshSaturdayA big mug of coffee delivered bedside around 7am to
MLou and Oliver, the concierge of Black Street who'd been keeping her good company, in our chocolate brown guest room. More gabbing and chatting and drinking coffee until 9am. The breakfast of
cinnamon bun clutter champions fresh from the oven -
delish !! and highly recommended by all • introductions to
Peter Walsh and his
Declutter Bible -
It's All Too Much - and by lunch time the dark cloud area of my living room/dining room (which had previously been a huge pile of dusty
can't decide what to do with stuff and two bookcases overflowing with a combination of buried treasures and lots of
couldn't care less abouts) had become open and bare and beautiful • that's the thing about clutter - the
treasures become lost among the excess which was definitely true in my case • break at 1pm for a walk with Miss D and back home for hot bowls of chowder • kitchen cupboards and the cookbooks/cooking magazine bookcase next on
les agenda • I've been saving every Gourmet magazine, every
Donna Hay,
Bon Appetite, Martha Stewart, ancient
Vogue Australia Entertaining (a fabulous cooking magazine) since time began. 4 shelves of mostly dusty cookbooks now paired down to 2 shelves of much used and treasured. I parted with all of the
Bon Appetite's and kept most of the Gourmet's • We got rid of chick pea flour and
arborio rice which had been stored in mason jars since 1998, extra dishes and mugs who never leave the darkness of my cupboards will now have the chance of daylight and freedom in someone
else's kitchen • another walk, in darkness and gently falling snow with Miss D, home again to Black Street for hummus and crackers and another delicious dinner of broccoli salad and
cheese fondue by the fire with Belgian
chocolates for dessert. Sigh.
A gift is not an obligationPeter WalshSundayI came downstairs in the morning to ready our coffee and walked around the main floor of this old brick house. My big open kitchen and the big beautiful living room dining room space, now tidy and sparse and neat as a pin - and I love it. I really am that kind of
less is more person and I had myself buried with things. As you know I detest and am horrible at housekeeping - I was born missing that gene (for sure) so a house with minimal stuff that's
tres easy to fling a vacuum around and swipe a dust cloth over flat, empty of stuff, surfaces is how I need to live. I like tidy, I love organized, I love the feeling of space. And now I have it - in spades ! • We finished up the kitchen,
MLou vacuumed every nook and cranny and every crack and crevice. We piled neat and organized boxes of give away/yard sale items, along with a few pieces of furniture
who's time has come, out into my big spacious
sunporch. My front porch is now home to many bags of
recyclables and a few bags of trash and I would guess that we easily eliminated half of what we tackled. I have to say I did not have
that much stuff - but I still had many, many things that meant nothing to me - if they mean nothing then what are they doing hanging around gathering dust? • We bundled that girl back into her car around 2:30pm so that she would be sure to get back to the city
before darkness.
This whole experience (aside from the comfort and love that I feel spending lovely big chunks of time with my friend
MLou) this weekend purge - to me feels like the purging of an old me. A me who has felt continually overwhelmed, most often sad, desperate much of the time and trapped in a place that I didn't know how to get out of. Stuck in my memories and the past. It's not just about the stuff - it's about how that stuff makes you feel, how it can weigh you down, how it messes up your home, obliterates who you really are and makes you feel shame.
MLou is showing me the way out, she knows which path to take. And this morning I feel strong and happy and very loved.
What more could this girl ask for ?
Merci
MLou.