Less is more . . .
Category Archives: Decluttering

All I Want for Christmas Is . . .

by Holly

All I want for Christmas is a Christmas card. Yes, a card. With a pretty picture on the front and words, penned by you, on the inside.

Heartfelt thoughts. Well wishes. Future plans. A remember-when story. Whatever feels right. Whatever feels true.

Sure, I like things. Cozy sweaters, sparkly jewelry, and decorative knick-knacks. I do. But really, I have plenty. Your words, however, are one of a kind. Something I can treasure forever.

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© 2010 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because our mailboxes should be fillied with joy, not junk mail. (Photo by Aunt Owwee via Creative Commons.)


E-Mail Clutter: Just Say Unsubscribe

by Holly

Right now, do yourself a favor:

  • Go to your e-mail box and click on one of those unread messages. (I bet it’s from some mailing list you got on because you once made a purchase here. Three years ago. Am I right?)
  • Scroll to the bottom of the message and click on “Unsubscribe.”
  • Do it again.
  • And again.
  • And again.

There, doesn’t that feel better?

You have enough untended-to things going on in your life. Why should unread (and unnecessary) e-mails contribute to the chaos?

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© 2010 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because keeping up with e-mail is a lot like playing whack-a-mole–don’t you think? (Photo by TPapi via Creative Commons.)


Theo Can’t Fly

by Holly

I’ve been carrying around this piece of pink paper for years. On it is a poem that I wrote in the hours between school and supper back in December 1981. I was in the second grade, and could entertain myself for hours with my pink doodle paper, markers, crayons, and imagination.

Trying to keep my lines straight was no small feat. I can remember writing out several versions, but my words just kept sloping down. Even still, I was quite proud of my creation. Especially sounding out all those big words. Like pueugeuns.

But carrying around this relic of my youth—one of my earliest writings—was getting to be burdensome. Every year or so, I’d come across it somewhere in our house—filed with invoices from the vet, tucked inside of a notebook, buried under blank notecards and address labels from the MSPCA—and think to myself, someday I should really do something with that.

Finally, in a mini decluttering spree a couple of weeks ago, I decided to take action. I brought it to the framers. I’m so happy with how it turned out! Now I just need to find somewhere to hang it . . .

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© 2010 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because my walls are decidedly less cluttered than my drawers. 


Gone Gone Gone

by Holly

I finally did it. Something I’ve wanted to do for years—more years than I care to admit. I threw out that old box of tarnished, tangled, broken, and bent jewelry. Sounds simple, yes—but my decluttering self and my tree-hugging self have been at odds with one another for far too long, resulting in a whole lotta inaction, frustration, and even resentment. Ick!

For a brief moment, as all those itty bitty things settled into the pockets of space in the garbage, I felt guilty. (The planet! The garbage swirl! The earring-less women in the greater Boston area!) Moments later, that feeling morphed into liberation—and I went on a quick, 15-minute throw-away spree. I tossed my old metronome and tuner and oboe reed-making supplies. Bobby pins, safety pins, and all those plastic clips from the dry cleaner? Gone. That old keychain flashlight I carried in college? To the garbage. Even my favorite green fine-point pen that didn’t even have enough ink in it for me to scribble my first name was laid to rest—alongside the watermelon rinds and soiled parchment paper. I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after, too.

None of us are the sum of our possessions. They’re just things. But if the things that fill our homes are supposed to be a reflection of who we are and what we want out of life, then what does all that junk say about us?

Not every old item of mine is meant to have a second life. Sometimes, one person’s trash is just another person’s trash, too. I’m done with the guilt of holding on to decrepit and defunct stuff with the thought that somewhere there’s a person who is looking for exactly this crummy old thing. It’s just gotta go—even if it’s going to wind up in a landfill. Chalk it up to another life lesson about wants vs. needs. That less really is more. I repeat—for my benefit, and maybe yours, too:

Less is more.

The nicer, more meaningful things that I no longer have a need for—like my beloved cat’s old belongings or the butterfly candle holder my partner bought for me early on in our courtship? Now, that’s where good karma housekeeping comes into play.

“Clutter blocks success.”     

                                                                       –Christine Kane                     

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© 2010 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more–even when it comes to jewelry. (Photo by frerieke via Creative Commons.)


Old News Is Good News

by Holly

The whole stack of magazines

I enjoy perusing magazines–so much so that I kind of don’t loathe waiting around at the dentist office or the Jiffy Lube or whatnot. Doesn’t matter if it’s Family Circle or Family Dog. Mother Earth or Mother Jones. I find them all interesting. However, once I’m done with a magazine, I’m done. Finished. That’s why waiting rooms are so great. I can leave the magazines right where I found them, keeping the clutter out of my home.

Nevertheless, the car and I are pretty healthy, so I don’t spend that much time in waiting rooms. But I have subscribed to more than a few magazines over the years, most of which I’ve just been stacking up and up on my bookshelves.

So, why was I holding on to all of these old magazines? Did I really need to fill my bookshelves with their colorful spines all facing outward as if to say, “Look at me–and look at my titles! Aren’t I well-fed, well-versed, flexible, well-adjusted, worldly, wine-savvy, and stylish?” (Amazon.com, by the way, offers some unbeatable prices on magazine subscriptions.)

What to do, what to do . . .

Why not send them back to the waiting room? A woman from the Brighton-Allston Mental Health Association got in touch with me through my Craigslist posting looking for a new home for my old magazines. Being a private, nonprofit organization, money is tight–and waiting room niceties, like magazines, are a bit of a luxury. The facility serves a low-income demographic and likes to let its clients take home a magazine if they wish. Sounds like my old magazines will indeed be put to good use.

So, what do you all do with your old magazines? Are they accessorizing your bookshelves, too? Have you read them all? Ever refer back to them? Still have your copies of Sassy from 1988? Please, do tell.

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more.

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