I know, I know. How can you be a self-proclaimed shopaholic while simultaneously longing for a more minimalistic life? I have no answer. But this is where I am.
I love perusing websites, convincing myself that obviously I *need* that pasta maker attachment for my stand mixer. Everyone loves fresh pasta. Think of all the money I’ll save on takeout!
Target is obviously another weak point. If I have a free moment, I wander aimlessly down the aisles thinking “Why yes, Amanda, you should definitely purchase 8 new sets of melamine plates, bowls, and cups. It would be far more socially conscious than buying the 285 count Dixie paper plates from Costco each month.”
The most recent obsession was swimwear from Cupshe. Seven suits later and I still find myself debating whether to try a few more on while I’m walking through a department store. Send help. I. Just. Can. Not. Stop.
The type A part of me craves an organized, minimalist lifestyle. I dream about surrounding myself only with the people and possessions I truly treasure and value. And yet still I so easily fall victim to the American idea that more is obviously better.
Over the next week or so I will be sharing some of the steps our family has taken toward downsizing the junk. And I would love to hear from you all if you have any tips or tricks to getting rid of the excess and, more importantly, not going right back out and re-buying it all!