It may seem odd for someone who’s spent the past year trying to jettison as many of her earthly possessions as possible to wax poetic about objects. This is a minimal pursuit, I promise.
I’ve found that after months of careful culling, curation, and very thoughtful accumulation, the things that are left are things that really matter to me. With each edit, I increasingly only own things that are functional or or add beauty, and that’s such a good feeling and worth talking about, I think.
Here are a few of the things that have been bringing me sunshine this past week:
This hourglass, a spontaneous gift from Colin, to remind me to take time to write each day.
These wooden hangers, just because we've finally purged enough clothing to have room for them.
This candle, with packaging just as pretty as its scent.
This sheepskin, for keeping my bum warm on persistently chilly mornings when I sit down for breakfast.
These wooden beads that look so pretty on a formerly lonely gold chain.