And I’m looking to someone else for inspiration, for suggestions on how to blow through the last ten percent. My goal is to reach the level of simplicity where my home will be exactly the way I want, but still take care of itself.
In her book Sister Jose Hobday says it took two years for her to “hit her stride” and actually get things to a place she was satisfied with. I’m not starting from scratch, of course. My clothes are pared down, for instance, although not like the handful of items she owns. But my kitchen cabinets feel like rush hour in Times Square. They’re neatly organized, but don’t exactly feel spacious. A fondue set; really? And when was the last time I made muffins?
Then there are other things. That small blue pottery casserole reminds me of 30+ years ago when we were camping through Europe, arrived in Alsace-Lorraine, and could not make ourselves understood. We could not understand anything they were trying to tell us. We wanted to go into a cave for winetasting but couldn’t decipher the rules. Finally we did anyway, and it was fine.
There’s something to be said for having a reminder that you were once young and knew hardly anything, but were anxious to learn. Somehow we managed to buy a dark blue dish with yellow flowers. When I look at it I remember how helpless I felt. I guess I’ll keep it for now.