Here’s what people never tell you about keeping a minimalist home

Here’s what people never tell you about keeping a minimalist home

Minimalist interiors.

The key word I searched around twenty times on Pinterest in 2018, and then around a hundred times in 2019. I wish that was an exaggeration. 

I used to be obsessed with collecting little things and showing them off in my home. Quirky art in tiny frames. Ceramic owls. Mugs and teacups. Candles. Trinket dishes and colourful stones. 

I don’t do any of that any more. I find it so… junky. Of course — that’s personal preference — but I’ve since learnt, in the same way for me that the key to a tidy mind is a tidy home: for me, the key to a quiet mind is a quiet home. 

When my space is cluttered with *stuff*, I feel so overwhelmed. I feel like there are hundreds of stories trying to be told at once and it becomes hard to focus. It was soon after I made this correlation that I became pretty strict with my donating tendencies, giving away over half of my belongings in the interest of downsizing and minimising. 

Now, we don’t have “three points of interest” upon each surface, and the things we have out on display are of utmost importance in creating movement and flow within our home. 

It’s really interesting to notice certain things about minimalist interiors after you make the change. 

How you really don’t need nine candles to create a cosy space. 

How stacks upon stacks of picture frames just blend into the walls after a certain amount of time, completely erasing their purpose of reminding you of loved ones.

How much more spacious your home feels when it’s not cluttered with unnecessary decor. 

But, I think the biggest revelation to me when we switched to minimalism was how much more life could fit within our walls. 

No longer do we spend time clearing the table of decor and clutter before dinner, just to put it all back there after we’re done eating. We simply sit right down with our loves ones to enjoy a meal. No longer are we reorganising decorative pieces like tiny candles and picture frames to make room for a parcel that needs somewhere to rest before we can open it later on. It just gets placed on a side table until we can attend to it. No longer are we wasting time clearing throw pillows off of couches and beds, just so we can sit down to spend a few minutes with the cats before we leave for the day. We jump straight on that couch with our cats. No longer are nights spent cleaning up after a family dinner, heaving crockery and cookware out of the way to put the French oven back in it’s place behind everything else. Things have their place, and there isn’t hordes of bakeware blocking access to the back half of the bottom shelf, where the cast iron cookware goes. 

We don’t spend any excess time rearranging or shuffling or faffing, so we have all the more time to spend together. I really do believe there is so much more life to be had within the walls of a minimalist home.