Minimalist Memories







Ok first off, this post has a weird name. I realise that. A wistful, dramatic name that sounds like a poem or a car or a nail polish colour. But I couldn’t think of a name that made more sense.


Anyway, today I wanted to discuss minimalism. According to the definition to our left, minimalism isn’t just having few possessions and an aesthetic white house with few items. It’s an art movement, it’s a way of perceiving the world - to not own a car or a TV or non-necessity items - and it is also what I just said too.


I’m not getting into the art thing today because we can all imagine minimalist art, I’m sure. But the idea behind possessing fewer items and consuming less is interesting. Also, I’m referring to the idea of consumerism. Not literally eating less/not eating your bookcase.


See, I was making my bed yesterday or perhaps the day before that. I have a lot of bears on my bed that have collected over the years as gifts from friends and family. Bears of all sizes, of all types. A whale. A purple elephant. A little rag doll. A bigger rag doll. A bear nearly the size of me. A panda named Stefano. You get the idea. There are a lot of bears and stuffed toys. And that’s not all. There are countless ones under my bed in storage boxes and even more in the loft in protective vacuum storage.


And why?


Because they are important to me. Each one has a story. Each one had a purpose, whether it be the first bear I was given as a baby to a blue whale I called Neil that Ben got me because it was cute af. Regardless of how long I’ve had it, what it is or who it was given to me by - it’s pretty heckin’ special.


And so I was thinking as I made my bed, configuring the bed population of bears and pillows - and second layer of cute, cuddly, plushness - how do these kinds of possessions factor when leading a minimalist lifestyle? Every minimalist style house, room or bedroom you see - whether on instagram or on the television - is very simple and bare. Less is more. There is no clutter. No hidden, forgotten-for-now bric-a-brac of paper-I’ll-sort and trinkets-I’ll-donate. Everything has its place. Everything is purposeful.


But what about the stuffed animals? The trinkets? The old school books? What about the bits of scrap paper with meaningful doodles, notes and ideas you don’t want to forget?


What about the memories?


I don’t mean to sound dramatic. But going back to those bears I mentioned - each one is important. Not only can I not imagine giving away items I have tied to a memory, I can’t imagine giving away that cute, cuddly bear or stuffed animal. I can’t bear the thought of it being donated, sitting in a charity shop waiting to be rehomed simply because I didn't want to store it. It didn’t fit with my ~aesthetic~. And I know I use that term a lot. Ironically or because a part of me wants to have aesthetic, minimalist surroundings. It’s true I have de-cluttered a lot of possessions I don’t want, simply because I genuinely didn’t want them and hadn’t disposed of them in whatever way due to laziness or because I was having a little difficulty letting go of it. And I am happier for having purged a small area of items I was keeping for the sake of it.


But what about when it comes to items you can’t let go? How is that factored in when living that kind of lifestyle?


I don’t know. I don’t get it. It’s been playing on my mind. I’m not getting rid of the stuffed toys, dude.


As always, making somebody happy today and tell your pets hello from me.


More later,
 
Jess


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