How one accumulates too much stuff is a curious thing.
Today I said goodbye to two tops as their sizes are too big for me to flatter my body.
I also tossed three empty boxes with weird shapes (why do I keep these anyway, just in case I need it, I say, and the whole house is filled with stuff). In the box on top, you also see pompoms that dropped off my slippers last winter, and wandering in the house ever since. Plus the extra fabric from my jeans’ cuffs.
The hardest ones to let go off were the brochures from my recent trip. Minimalists love to say “experience over things” but it is difficult sometimes. So while letting go of these brochures let me tell you their story:
On the beautiful small island, Cunda (in Turkey), an antique church and a 600-year old windmill were intricately restored, being faithful to their original state. The church was filled with an antique collection related to sailing (a very interesting diving suit), and the windmill was turned into a public library. The view from the windmill was amazing, you could see the Aegean sea at every angle. It was fantastic and unforgettable.
And while writing this, my mum was willing to get both of the tops, how nice!
Also, while writing this, a beautiful sunset is greeting me:
Stay well, and don’t forget to take a look at your surroundings with a skeptic eye!