An abundance of red in this Amsterdam shop. Truth be told, after nearly ten years in Europe, I have amassed enough antiques and collectibles to open an antiques store - a very large antiques store (see below).
Strange things have been going on these last three days. Five packages intended for me have gone missing; each supposedly delivered on different days. I dreamt of a friend and the next day he emailed me. Someone else emailed me, after discovering my blog through a mutual friend. I haven't heard from this friend in many years; surprising (but nice) to learn he's been following Paris Parfait (JL, please contact me!) And I found a shiny green shamrock on the kitchen floor. Is it something in the air or some odd planetary storm or astrological phenomena?
Meanwhile, I gave away four huge bags of clothing and still am culling my wardrobe. I am being ruthless about tossing clothes I don't wear, even brand new ones. This is part of a general clear-out of the apartment: I'm going through practically every single thing I own and discarding things that either no long suit me or I don't need or want.
I have two beautiful early 19th-century pieces of furniture that are such high-maintenance, I'm selling them. Their beauty simply isn't worth the effort. I want things to be simple, streamlined and elegant, not so fussy that constant vigilance is required. I have better things to do than examine furniture for woodworm, buckling wood veneer and cracked leather. Don't get me wrong, I like imperfect furniture that bears the rich patina of time. But caring for these two pieces has become too much like hard work, not to mention expensive.
Some other valuable antiques will be sold; some treasures given away; other things donated to a local charity. With every item that leaves the apartment, I feel a little lighter; a bit more free. It really is true that one can become weighed down by possessions, so I'm on a mission to lighten the load.
I've also taken a step back from friends who delight in criticising and undermining, rather than supporting and encouraging. I've learned that some so-called friends have nothing at all to say when one accomplishes something good, but can be quite critical and discouraging on a regular basis. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but finally have understood that their behaviour has less to do with me and more to do with their own jealousy and issues of self-esteem.
What about you? Are you now or have you recently gone through a similar "cull" of your surroundings and/or friends and acquaintances?