Keep it simple, stupid. I try to tell myself this all the
time but it just does not sink in. I don’t think I could ever be at minimalist.
It’s not in my nature. I never keep anything to a minimum…not my decorating,
not my shopping, not my brilliant advice to Gracie, not the amount of friends I
have, not the amount of times I call David a douche bag each day, not the
amount of perfumes I have, not the amount of gilt mirrors I can stuff into one
household, not the amount of Cheetos or gummy bears I can eat, not the amount
of times I check Instagram, and certainly not the amount of reality TV that I
watch. It’s just not who I am. I like stuff. The more the merrier to me. I like
excess. More is more.
However, I am not such an ignoramus that I do not appreciate
minimalism. I like to look at it but for God sake I’m never going to do it. I applaud
those who can. I applaud those who can refrain…from anything. I totally get
minimalism and I respect it. But why put such limits on yourself? Why hold
back? I’m starting to think that restraint is a near impossible virtue. I don’t
think a minimalist would like to be friends with me. I talk too much, judge too
much, buy too much, eat too much and would drink too much if I could. I imagine
a minimalist with short hair and perfect lipstick. That’s not me… I am a lot of
hair, Carmex as lipstick kind of girl. Don’t confuse a minimalist with a
perfectionist though. I am a perfectionist in a weird way. Like, I will throw a
mini fit if my gray cashmere sweaters are not folded according to hues of gray.
Lots of them. I think a minimalist would throw a fit as well but only with
three of them. See the difference?
As much as I would like to just once in my life have a
minimalist Christmas… It’s never going to happen for so many reasons including
the main reason which is that Gracie would kill me. However, I do love it… Take
a look…
See! How chic is that! God I wish I could do that.
Simplicity is sublime. If you want to see more chic simplicity, check out my
Pinterest board Have Some Decorum A Very Minimalism Christmas HERE!
*Something you don’t know about me? Maybe it’s time I explain
my husband. He is no shrinking violet and an absolute character. It takes a
special person to love David. I secretly “stalked” my husband, David, from the
time my daughter was in second grade to the six grade. Just ask Yolanda, she
witnessed the whole thing. I never spoke to him and I never even knew his name.
He would drop his children off at the same school my daughter went to wearing a
gray tailored suit with tennis shoes and would be screaming on the telephone in
French the entire time. He was so handsome and arrogant it was disgusting. I
waited patiently for him to get a divorce. Just kidding, no I’m not. Finally,
the day I met him in 2006, I froze. I could not utter a word to him.
FlashForward eight years later, and that man is now blowing my nose, putting my
pajamas on, feeding me through a feeding tube and loving me more than humanly
possible. Want to hear more? Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog…
