I am proud to say I fell under the spell of that organizing enchantress Marie Kondo. Slightly ashamed because I didn’t actually read the book or watch the Netflix show. My mom told me, and I watched a YouTube video on my way back from Belgium so I could ensure all my clothes would fit in the suitcase with my bottle purchases. Usually there are a lot of those so figuring out how to make it all fit and be under weight is quite the feat. Probably why I’ve lost two suitcases already… however also why I excel at Tetris.
Anyway, one week I decided it was time to “Tidy up” the house, including my honey’s side of the closet which was quite the exercise. He did not take the mantra of “Does this spark joy” seriously at all, but at the end of it his closet was lighter a few pairs of old clothes and the clown red boat shoes I despised were gone. Granted I didn’t even ask if those sparked him joy… they don’t spark me with any joy when he walks out in them. Cheers to victory in that they are now gone for good, donated to benefit someone else who will hopefully love them more than I did.
For those who don’t know, Marie Kondo is the magical author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing (Available on Amazon) , also a series on Netflix (Check it out via her page). Her method, the KonMari method, is about gathering all of your belongings, by category not literally all at once and keeping those items that spark joy. I took my tidying up room by room as it seemed to be the best way to tackle some serious spring cleaning as well. She claims this method is founded in Shinto belief of the energy or divine spirit of things. I’m not sure my flip-flops have a divine spirit, but it made me realize the ones being held together by a bread bag clip were probably at the end of their divine spirit. Don’t judge.
Again I haven’t officially read her book or watched her series though one is in my Amazon cart and the other in my Netflix list. Shockingly though her YouTube videos will make you thrilled to refold every scrap of clothing in your dresser and beyond surprised to learn you’ve been folding socks wrong your entire life. Rolling them into a sock ball to keep matching pairs together ruins the elastic in the sock. Folding them the Kondo way keeps them “alive” longer and has them taking up far less space in your suitcase. I now fold my underwear and look at a pile of laundry like a meditation exercise (her folding is alarmingly calming). Though I don't always show the garment my love and affection...it survived the tidy. It knows how I feel. Shows you can always learn something new. I’d say I learned to fold all things better, but my mother had an hour and a half class with my entire family on how to fold a towel after she lost her shit at the linen closet. We folded every towel in that house… twice. I can fold me some towels.
As I said I went room by room in my house. Closets, bathrooms, and kitchen. However, when I got to my bar, I found that when I asked, “Does this spark joy?” to the stuff in my bar, the answer was emphatically yes. Being completely transparent with you, NOTHING was removed from my bar. Not a glass, mixer, or bottle. I started with six bourbons and I ended with six bourbons. I even kept the three bottles of absinthe I have, and I haven’t opened two of them. However, though everything causes joy, I did take a moment to organize my vast collection to better be able to find what I’m looking for in the midst of creating. I doubt it lasts through the first cocktail party, as my inebriated mind is not nearly so organized. I do always manage to wash my face and brush my teeth though. Priorities.
Our house has officially been KonMari’d and we’re perfectly joyous about it. Well I am. My honey and the fur babies could care less. It’s worth a toast!
How many of you have tried the KonMari method? How many want to go refold their laundry now? It is scary how that happens. Cheers!
Celebrating all that we raise, sip, guzzle, clink, drinks and most affectionately cheers with!