Book Review: “the life-changing magic of tidying up”
In October, I was introduced to a brilliant website called Blogging for Books. I was quite excited. I would be allowed to choose a title to read, free of charge, in exchange for a posting a book review on my blog. Isn’t that a brilliant idea?
I quickly found my first title: “the life-changing magic of tidying up” by Marie Kondo. It was touted as an international best seller, having sold over 2 million copies. The cover of the book is beautiful, and very Zen. Much as I would expect from a book with “the Japanese art of decluttering and organizing” as a subtitle.
In October, I spent a few days in the hospital due to a port-a-cath infection which basically threw off my entire month. And there was a shipping glitch at Blogging for Books that delayed the receipt of the book. So, I didn’t actually start to read it until November.
I had high hopes.
If you have ever watched a video I’ve filmed in my office, you know I am not the neatest freak in geekdom.
I was looking for something within the pages that would inspire me to declutter permanently. Here is a sample of what I did find:
“I visited the home of a client in her fifties… when she pulled open her sock drawer, I could not suppress a gasp. It was full of potato-like lumps that rolled about. She had folded back the tops to form balls and tied her stocking tightly in the middle. I was speechless.” (p. 80-81)
This is exactly how I organize my socks and stockings. I could only imagine the disapproving sounds the author would make when she opened my drawer. My Korean grandmother made those noises. I am quite familiar with them.
Here is another passage, this time about bathroom organization:
“I once bought a wire basket big enough to fit all the soaps, shampoos, and even facial masks used by my family. My delight at this convenient item as short-lived… One day I noticed that the shampoo bottle was red and slimy on the bottom. Examining the rack, I saw that it was so covered in slime I could not bear to look at it. Almost in tears, I scrubbed the wire rack clean…” (p. 157)
I am looking for decluttering tips, not a treaties on how to become OCD.
I could not finish this book and I do not recommend it.
I am very grateful to Blogging for Books for the chance to discover a technique that isn’t for me. Maybe the clutter is just who I am?
You weigh in on clutter. In or out? How do you manage your piles?