I think about this a lot…and when I say a lot, I mean while I am cooking, baking, sweeping, walking…I probably dream about it, too. I have a few files with clippings of articles about enough, and documents on my computer with quotes about enough, and my own writing with bits of this and that about enough. Here’s what I’m thinking about right now.
If you looked in my closet, you would probably be surprised at what is in there. My shoes for instance. I have lightweight hiking boots that are my primary footwear, pink tennis shoes that I wear for dress up, my wool slippers that I pad around the house in, some Dansko clogs that look like they have seen better days, a pair of flip flops that are so old and worn that even I know they should be replaced, and outside the back porch door, my black garden boots a/k/a “Sitka slippers” that I wear for digging and sometimes weeding.
On the shelf at the top, I’ve got a couple of sweaters–my favorites are the castoffs that friends have given me. I’d could probably do with a new one…maybe next year.
Hanging in there is lots of black–it’s a color I wore a lot of as a professional musician. One can always throw a colorful scarf on with black and it’s an entirely new look. Right? There are tops… and when I find one that fits and I like, I usually buy two or three so I don’t have to go shopping again.
There are a few sentimental pieces…a dress that I bought at a Bay Area crafts fair in the mid 70’s, a sparkly blue vintage jacket a friend gifted me and I wore to an awards evening eight years ago; a scarf my mom bought in Ireland after my dad died… even though she’s been gone for thirty-five years, I can still smell her Channel No 5 on it.
I have more aprons on hooks on the back porch than I do skirts or pants…and while we’re on that subject I like skirts better than pants…especially for hiking.
But enough of that.
I’m looking at the room around me. I see stuff everywhere. Pictures I’ve framed cover my walls, pillows from yard sales are piled on the couches, colorful rugs given to me by friends cover the floors, a few lamps, a table from a second hand store. The stereo receiver and speakers I bought when I worked in San Francisco as a paralegal and studied law at night are still going strong, an investment that has stood the test of time…the speakers and receiver that is.
I do bog down in the kitchen gear and cookbook department. There actually would be storage space in my house if my teaching didn’t require me to have so many pie pans, bowls, and measuring equipment.
It’s comfortable having these things around me but I often wonder…what would it be like to let them all go? What would it be like to pack up everything I owned in a VW bug like I did when I was 20, and still have room in the car.
I remember what it was like to live for five years in a tiny one room cabin with two kids and a husband while we built a larger house. When we finally moved in, all that stuff I had put in the barn for storage, after five years I simply didn’t need much of it any more. A table and chairs in the kitchen, a couch to sit on, beds for us to sleep in, and shelves for clothes…we needed. The paintings on the walls were the trees I saw outside the windows.
This is a topic that I’d love to revisit here with you more than once…if that is ok…or until we’ve had…enough.