yup. a fraud is a fraud is a fraud.
even if that fraud is an unintentional one.
and i are one.
it’s like this old bean.
this little peanut of a blog is supposed to be mainly about living the simple life. you know. minimalism. my first joy. actually cosy minimalism. because i’ve never been one for the hard edged chrome and operating room look of many diehard minimalists.
there’s something in the lifestyle for everyone.
and my particular bent is for comfort and cosy. and beauty.
but beauty in function mainly. not knicky knackys that sit and gather dust. i’m not a frilly girl. but i am a girl. (HAHAHAH. shut up old bean).
seriously. i found out when i packed ~ i barely can claim the name of minimalist. much less tout the wonders and delights of it!
i am moving from a 1,028 square foot house to 525 square feet.
when i went to see my little apartment ~ the wren house ~ yesterday ~
i had a moment of sheer panic. it is beautiful yes. but there is not a drop of storage in it. except for the kitchen cabinets and a sliding door closet that is smaller than the one in my little library now ~ that holds just my clothes! all 45 pieces of them. winter and summer included.
so. panic a little i confess.
then. all night long i thought about where i would put what. LOL.
morning came. i sat down and drew the layout once again. only this time i was fearlessly and honestly REALISTIC. so important in any move. much less one where you’re cutting your space literally in half.
but then that is part of the excitement and challenge about this move.
it’s testing me again. i needed it.
i am spending the next few days weeding out even more.
i am seeing what i really truly NEED. for a real true life.
not a “fantasy” one where i have “people over for lunch!” hahaha.
i am a bookworm and a blogging nerd. those are my two true loves.
as long as i make room for that ~ the rest will fall into place. and . . .
there is plenty of room to put two lovely white wicker arm chairs on my little private balcony . . . with a table . . . to hold an icy cold glass of guinness for my favorite marine. that’s what’s important. nothing else.
i’m fine now. this wren was thinking it had goofed bigtime. when all it needed to remember was . . . it is only one small wren . . . with a big enough little house . . . and a brand new chance to simplify life even more. and beautifully so.
the simple life to me is still the best life.
the more you own. the more it owns YOU. i do not want to be owned by STUFF. what pooh bear said about me is still and forever will be true. it’s in the sidebar.
it’s the very best way to live.
come on in! the water’s fine! LOLOL.
and in a day or two ~ i will no longer be a fraud.
i will be a true simple lifer with just enough ~ once again!
it takes so little you know. to be really happy.
til then old bean.