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Simple.


Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful. - William Morris

William Morris is probably my absolute favourite designer. I first discovered him in art class nearly 10 years ago when we had to use one of his upholstery patterns to inspire a design of our own. I have been in love ever since, so much so that I have part of one of his designs tattooed on my chest.

Raidhyn and I are terrible hoarders. Every cupboard or drawer in the house (excluding the kitchen cupboards and bedroom dresser) is filled with junk that we don't even look at. The spare room is completely filled with stuff that we have kept "just in case". There are even a couple of dead plants in there that I didn't want to throw out and there's a broken bookcase in our basement storage that I said I would use the wood from, that was about a year ago.

But really, enough is enough. Starting today we're clearing out. I don't want to drag this stuff from one house to another for the rest of our lives. Today I am working on the kitchen, later i am going to move to the bedroom and clear out some of the clothes I have had for at least 5 years and no longer wear. The completely worn out pair of crochet ballet flats that have stepped on the soil of 5 different countries and are now kept in a box in my closet? They're getting thrown out. Even though I also wore them when I got married. even though I was wearing them when I met my husband. Even though they walked the length and breadth of Rome, Paris, etc.

I'm not doing this alone, however. I have the help of the following websites -

Zen Habits
Becoming Minimalist
Simple Nest

I am armed with a box of rubbish bags. Clutter, fear me.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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