A wild life is worth living.
Even before I started transitioning to minimalism I had problems with gifts. I gave "needs" that were practical when my husband and family were hoping for "wants," and nothing would stress me out more than opening presents in front of other people. This custom still baffles me. Anxiety has been an ever-present guest star in... Continue Reading →
I don't have a real job, with W2s and end-of-year bonuses, so I was surprised when my husband told me that I "make everything into work." I work, don't get me wrong, but I haven't had a job outside the home in more than ten years. Efficiency is important to me, and since discovering minimalism... Continue Reading →
Okay y'all, this is it -- my most persuasive push to bring you over to the world of Minimalism is...organizational porn! While you look through the photos of my home that have only been lightly fussed into submission for their internet debut, allow me to explain. Clay dish (that is maybe actually for soap) by... Continue Reading →
In the third installment of "Kat Discusses Minimalism Despite Not Being an Expert," I can give you an honest review of the new Minimalism documentary on Netflix. It's called Less is Now, and I would absolutely recommend it, and in fact you can skip the book recommendation for Everything That Remains if you watch the... Continue Reading →
I am not an expert on Minimalism, first and foremost. My life is not a textbook example of living with less, and while some people box up their excess stuff overnight and live their lives as minimalists starting the next day, that is not my story. Growing up, my family moved about every three years.... Continue Reading →
It's finally time for us to embrace the season and throw off the side-eye from our neighbors with strict rules about decorating before Thanksgiving! The Christmas season is officially here, whether it's secular or religious for you and your family, because if you don't celebrate the birth of Jesus, you can celebrate the birth of... Continue Reading →
A lot of moms talk about being "touched out" at the end of the day. Little hands are constantly pawing at us, clinging to our legs, tugging on our clothes, climbing into our laps, and often into our beds. Personally, it doesn't bother me all that much. One of my love languages is physical touch,... Continue Reading →
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