I’m going to be honest. I need minimalism. I don’t need minimalism because I’m someone that needs everything perfect, or because I’m a huge organizing fan.
I need to reduce my life’s clutter and learn how to live simply, even if it’s fabulously simple.
My life is one schmozzle of crazy. I have a professional career, a three year old and a propensity for travelling, even if it is only an hour and a half away. My life is stressful, chaotic, on a good day and anxiety-inducing complete with panic attacks on a bad day. I NEED simple.
I need to come home to a house that doesn’t have to be organized. I need to come home to less stuff I have to clean and wash and dust and put away.
I need to make time to feel fabulous, simply including a simple skin care regime, makeup and hair regime, clothes and simply moving more and feeding my body. I don’t need “life hacks”, I need a simple straightforward life.
I need to keep my finances simple.
In every way I need minimalism to allow myself to be the best version of me, the fabulous me. And I needed this reminder as I start getting into the toughest areas to declutter.


This was our dishcloth drawer. Please note that I could not open it all the way. The problem with dishcloths is:

