Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts

It's Friday! Only, it's my Monday. As is the case when you work in the 24/7 world of critical care. Which helps make the case for a dermatology specialty. Truth be told, I actually enjoy working the weekend: the halls are quieter and the staff more relaxed. The work isn't any easier, but the vibe is.

Anyway.

May your weekend be filled with warm beverages, good company, restful sleep, and at least one doughnut.

Here's some of what I've seen, heard, and bookmarked lately:

// Five words: Tina Fey as Sarah Palin. Hilarious. It never gets old.

// I've been going through a slow and steady clothing purge in an attempt to pair down my wardrobe. I'm not capsulizing per se, but rather replacing so-so or ill-fitting items with fewer high quality pieces. Because one really good t-shirt can replace five mediocre ones. (Have you ever noticed you reach for that one perfect shirt over and over again anyway? I do.) I filled two large garbage bags with clothing and Husband hauled them to the local thrift store. Soon after I read this article (via Erin) which spurred my plans to minimize while giving me a lot to reflect on. I had no idea.

// This cactus wallpaper is adding a pop of color to my iPhone's home screen.

// Speaking of high quality clothing that will stand the test of time and trends, I think I've finally found my pair of forever shoes. The kind that will get better with time, last for decades, and are worthy of being resoled when the time comes.

// Adorable DIY felted pine cones.

// After seeing it all over Portland's local shops, I decided to pick up a bundle of palo santo. I have to be careful not to overdo it, but it imparts a lovely, woody scent in the house when burned in moderation.  Here's the scoop, if you're interested.

// Husband and I hired a cleaning service for the first time, something we've been discussing since I went back to work. We used the Handy app and had a great experience. Getting some occasional help around the house will mean less time spent scrubbing the floors on my days off and more time spent as a family.

// This maxi skirt (on order) and this linen bedding (on my wishlist).

// I'm not a huge fan of traditional cleanses, but this cleanse looks interesting. Wondering if it's worth the hefty price tag? I've considered doing Whole30 for a long time now. Any thoughts?

// The essay Your Life is Too Valuable to Live Like Everyone Else by Becoming Minimalist really hit home for me. (via Megan)





Seen, Heard + Bookmarked

Friday, January 29, 2016

 

When it comes to clothing, capsule wardrobes are all the rage. I never felt compelled to jump on the bandwagon, due in large part, I think, to my desire to lose some weight. I didn't want to buy + commit to a finite number of pieces I hoped not to fit into in the near future. And if I'm honest, the fact that it was the popular thing to do probably deterred me a bit as well.

But a funny thing happened: I inadvertently adopted a capsule wardrobe anyway.

Recently, after washing, drying and folding a t-shirt I loathed for the umpteenth time, I grabbed a garbage bag and purged my closet. Those underwear I cursed every time I wore them because they rode up? Trash. All those shirts that were too small/big/short/stretched/unflattering went in the bag for donation. Those cute shorts I bought ages ago, tags still intact, but could never quite button up? Goodbye.

After all this time, it finally occurred to me that I had only been wearing a few pieces all along: the items that fit my style and body just right. The rest remained ignored in my closet. Those uncomfortable clothes created noise, and I was regularly annoyed when I put them on in the morning only to realize why they were relegated to the back of the drawer. Inspired by this revelation, I eliminated any and all unloved clothing while vowing not to replace them with anything new unless I actually needed it, I'd tried it on, it fit perfectly, and it coordinated with the rest of my frequently worn pieces.

This issue extended beyond just pants and shirts. This spring, I noticed my bras were worn out after several years of wear and were no longer fitting as well as they once had. I decided to replace them with some discount store versions which were 1/3 of the price of my old ones and seemed just fine. Until they weren't. There was gapping and adjustments throughout the day, I became keenly aware they weren't quite right, and more often than not they made me miserable by day's end. As a result, I was rewashing my one remaining higher end bra every couple days (which would have led to its rapid demise) while avoiding the new ones. I wised up and bought two of the expensive ones a couple weeks ago. It was an investment, but I'm comfortable and realize three good bras can easily replace five cheap ones. But I suppose I got caught up in the money and convenience and ended up doing myself a great disservice.  (One should never sacrifice on underwear. Ill-fitting undergarments can turn blue skies gray.)

With this new found appreciation for a wardrobe that allows me to grab anything off the hanger with the assurance it will fit + flatter, I've become keenly aware of the way I treat my treasured duds. Those (inexpensive but awesome) MicroModal tees I love get washed more gently and less often these days. I respect them for their ability to make me feel good, and it's reflected in how I care for the them. Cold water is just fine, and the shorter express wash cycle does the job quite well. We made the switch to a kinder detergent + softener a few months back; a couple tablespoons will adequately clean a whole load, which actually gets clothes cleaner and contributes to a shorter wash time on HE machines (which detect the presence of suds and keep trying to rinse).


Gone are the days of buying clothes that come with the If I lose ten pounds this will fit perfectly! caveat. Or owning twenty shirts with a mediocre fit. Earlier this month I had to buy scrubs in preparation for my new job. Instead of buying lots of cheap sets, I bought just eight really nice pieces: four tops and four bottoms, one pair for each shift I work per week. I'll admit, it was a chore. I must have tried on a dozen different sets, stretching and squatting down in each to make sure I could move without restraint or bunching. I ended up going with the higher end brands, at a higher cost, but it ensured I would always be comfortable. I don't have a single scrub top that will be relegated to the bottom of the pile, to be avoided until laundry day because it makes me feel insecure or awkward. It is yet another example of the joy a less is more wardrobe can bring.

As with most things, simplifying my wardrobe is a work in progress. I still pick up things that are pretty yet impractical (or potentially unflattering for my body type), but more often than not I put it down and walk away (or promptly return it). And on days like today, when I'm not working, I can throw on a shirt and shorts and walk out the door without futzing with my apparel. Because everything fits.

Which is kind of the best thing I can imagine.

(Better) Realized: Capsulizing

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

It's official: Portland is not rainy and gray. I've decided it is simply propaganda, meant to keep the masses at bay. It's an attractive place, after all, and traffic is bad enough, so why invite more people to the party? The rumors about the awesome food and great shopping are true, but the rain part is a farce. We've been here 10 whole weeks and have only seen it rain twice. See? Proof.

I am totally on to you. (Whoever you are.)


// Despite the 90 degree temps, which forced us to switch the air conditioning back on, I'm becoming obsessed with fall duds. (Case in point: this outfit.)

// Speaking of which, I've always thought ankle booties were for tiny women in tiny jeans (i.e. not me). Then the other day I came across a rack of various booties at TJ Maxx. I tried on a few and, shocking even myself, learned that I love them. (I also learned that I tend to favor the wedge kind.) I'm a little late to the game, as per usual, but this style guide will help prevent them from collecting dust in my closet, having fallen prey to the "cuter on the rack" syndrome. Goal for this week: buy a pair.

Also,

// The most popular clothing brands, not based on revenue, but by internet searches. (Because a Ralph Lauren skirt costs more than a Forever 21 skirt, but it doesn't necessarily mean they're more popular among shoppers.) The author, a Cornell student, has some pretty interesting perspectives on certain brands.

// These wardrobe basics. Almost my entire wardrobe is comprised of basics. So there's that.

Moving on...

// This article about a North Korean architect and his idea of a futurist world is so interesting.

// A post on the human condition, specifically the idea that nicer stuff will bring greater happiness. I read it three times.

// Two similarly great posts about finding happiness with what we have and knowing when to break away from Pinterest (and other outside influences).

// A minimalist blog design I'm smitten with. (Has anyone bought a prefab blog design? Is it easy to install? I'm afraid...)

// Downing raw apple cider vinegar as part of your daily routine. I've tried it before, but failed to find compelling evidence as to why I should put myself through that, so the scientist part of me was never persuaded to stick with it. But! It's the second ingredient in my allergy tonic, which is working wonders (wonders, I tell you!), so I'm giving it another go. I'm telling Biologist Sarah that we are conducting a small scale study and she's tentatively on board.

// Making deodorant. Would you believe it actually works? It does! (Though I can see Mario rolling his eyes all the way from South Dakota. He's positive I've gone totally and hopelessly crunchy.) (P.S. Didn't your mom ever tell you your eyes would stick that way if you didn't stop?)

// Finding a new (to me) blog is a beautiful thing. (I've been reevaluating my blogroll lately and tidying up + seeking out new reads.)

// I wish I was sailing.

Happy Sunday.




Weekend Links: clothing + happiness + health (and everything in between)

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Only a week in, I can already tell 2013 is going to be a stellar year. Determined not to lose my resolve, with Husband's help I have already delved in to some of my goals (aka non-resolutions).

First a little background: I have been following The Minimalist Mom for many months now and greatly appreciate her approach to living with less. She wrote an article for Canada's The Globe and Mail, which I have read several times. She is often in the back of my mind and my husband, who is rather resistant to getting rid of stuff, was even influenced by her story. Although a simple, common-sense idea, my favorite line she wrote is this: "We know what we have, we know where to find it and we know what we use."  She is living proof that 'stuff' can keep money tight and distract you from what's really important. I also love that she doesn't take a one-size-fits-all approach. Each person has their own version of what living simply looks like. We are finding ours.

After some thought, more talking, and a lot of letting go, we are well on our way to changing how we live and what kind of consumers we are. I am not abandoning my vintage Pyrex collection anytime soon. I enjoy it. And use it. My husband's vintage travel bar collection? He loves them (and, thanks to Mad Men, they are quite sought-after). We're hanging on to it. But that's the criteria. What we love, enjoy, and can fit into our space, stays. The things that clutter our lives and our home and don't really have our love, go.

We are not ridding ourselves of life's comforts. Anything but! Instead, our mindset is evolving and we are working toward a life we truly love and a bank account balance we can be proud of. The last week has led to a lot of small changes that have added up to a lot. Seeing garbage bags full of regret, emotional attachment, and burden leave our house forever feels so good to both of us.

It began last week after a long discussion about living with less. Mario and I each saw things very differently and were therefore frustrated and at a bit of a standstill. The next day, Mario stopped by a local antique store to inquire about selling an antique bowl and pitcher set his grandma gave us. It wasn't our style, but we felt bad about getting rid of it. Another local antique shop had offered us thirty bucks for it a while back so Mario walked away and it resumed taking up space in our basement. His persistence paid off, because the next store paid him $125 for it. Cash.

We were both in the right that day. We do need to let go of things that weigh us down. But Mario was right to hold off on selling it. I saw things a bit differently and I think he did, too. There is a middle ground, and I'm hoping we have found it.

Inspired and motivated, we gathered up some of our old unused CDs and DVDs and took them to a local record shop (goodbye NSYNC, Jessica Simpson and Bryan McKnight...yeah, some were that old, and I was that lame cool). They only bought about 1/3 of them, but we got $29 out of the deal. In less than 24 hours, we'd lost some of our baggage and gained over 150 bucks. And we are not done yet.

Antique store?
Craigslist, perhaps?
Vintage consignment store?

The money went straight into an envelope in our lock box. We haven't made any plans for it, nor do we expect to right now. Maybe, with consistent contributions, we can take a family vacation with it. Perhaps it will help fund our next move. Who knows? But knowing it's there (and our junk isn't) is pretty awesome.

We didn't stop there. We called Directv, cancelled our movie channels, and reduced our package. We haven't noticed a difference, to be honest. Which tells me that we had more than we needed. We have all the channels we want, and between Netflix and my Amazon student membership, we get plenty of movies right through our TVs. Not to mention our sizable DVD collection; now filled with only the ones we like and want to watch again. ADT agreed to reduce our monthly bill by $6. Not much, sure, but he started by offering $2 off per month and I kept at him. It will save us $75 per year.

On Saturday I tackled our bathroom cabinets, often neglected spaces that easily become overrun with stuff. Our bathroom has little space under the sink, and it had gotten to the point where an avalanche of bath products occurred every time I opened it. 


At first I felt so incredibly wasteful. But I overcame those feelings and threw away all the unwanted, unused bath products I had collected over the years. I found a few expiration dates and realized how long we'd been carrying around some of that stuff. Two 10-year old bottles of Bath and Body Works Frosted Cranberry body wash?!  Some were gifts, but more were products that I'd purchased and disliked. I felt like I was throwing away our hard-earned money.

I have sensitive skin and a grouchy scalp, so many products caused adverse reactions. Others were duds right out the gate. I found prescription creams that were so old they were likely toxic. I also realized long ago that I don't need them if I'm careful about the products I use and some of the foods I eat (I'm talking to you, Dairy). Keeping them around was a safety net. An excuse to slip into old habits. 

My new motto: Try before you buy.
As that giant garbage bag filled, my mindset changed and realizations occurred. I have finally found products that work for me and don't make my skin crazy. I stopped fighting it. Thank goodness. I no longer buy beauty products unless I love them and have used them before. I return lipsticks that are unflattering, foundations that don't quite match my skin tone (thanks to Sephora's no-questions-asked return policy), and shampoos that make me want to claw at my scalp. I only buy trusted brands and, when in doubt, I ask for a sample. Sure, I spend more on hairspray than before, but I know it will work. Besides, one amazing $12 bottle trumps four $5 duds any day.

That's all for now. But the last week or so has led to some lovely and profound changes around here. Instead of writing a 10-page post, I'm going to break it up into several sequential segments (say that 3 times fast). See you tomorrow!

Excess baggage: Day 1

Monday, January 7, 2013

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