Minimalism

or... Ockham's razor.

I want to embrace it.  Deb told me I should.  It's that, or a Hoarder's intervention.

Today, I noticed that I had seven bathrobes hanging on the hooks outside my shower.  I decided that I really didn't need that many robes.  And I thought about someone else who didn't even have one.  And I pictured this grateful recipient of my generosity wrapping herself in my beautiful, soft cocoon of fabric. 

It was like Sophie's Choice, but I managed to part with three of the seven.  There was an elaborate deliberation, involving fabric, sleeve and hem length, color, my mother (one had been hers), my former husband (one had been his but he never wore it), designer logo (I kept the two with RL embroidered prominently), and seasonality.

Wow.  So complicated.

But liberating.

And scary.

But I'm on a roll.  So I'll close.  I so desperately want to declutter.  In other words, to simplify.  Maybe when I do, I'll be able to breathe.  Without hyperventilating...