About a year ago I saw a documentary about being a minimalist on Netflix. I got inspired and decided that yes, this would be my thing. I know, you are laughing your ass off right about now. I have never in life been the light packer in this thing we call life.
Anyway, my bright idea at the time was that I would build this site and sell the majority of my things straight to my friends. Like it would hurt less if someone I liked would take my belongings. So, I set up the web shop and filled out all the paper work for taking credit cards etc. Then I could not make myself list any of my things. The excuses were endless, some of which were:
I am so busy with work, I do not have the time. Although, I did have the time to watch 6 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy without missing a beat .
Maybe I will wear this soon.
Now that I am seeing people again, that purse really will be used.
I will fit into that again.
If I get invited to the Nobel party, I have just the outfit. Well, I got invited to the Cannes Film Festival this year and my immediate response was "No Cannes Do". So, I am fairly certain... I do not need that outfit.
The list of my excuses could go no and on and on and on and on. However, last night I got motivated. My daughter Wendela, whom is 28 years old, came over for dinner and she glides in wearing one of my all time favourite BCBG Max Azaria dresses. I got nostalgic remembering all of our adventures together. Me and THE dress that is.
I bought that dress to wear to my friend Dave’s Oscar party, circa 2002, and the vibe I was going for that night was Grace Kelly. We ended up pulling the tv into his bathroom and watched the whole show in the bathtub because we decided all the guests were too boring to grace with our presence. Yes, we were that charming. I got sober 4 months after that evening. That dress has served me in Atlanta, DC, NYC and the French Riviera. It has seen a lot. Now, it is getting new adventures and I hope they are delicious.
THE dress is what motivated me to get my shit together and sell all those things that deserve new adventures. What is the point of pretty things that just sit in our closets? My dress is having new adventures, 22 years later after it first got worn. I will get my shit together and do this….next week. Maybe.
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