Inner Monologue: Minimalism vs. The Dog
Sometimes, I’m guilty of spending a little too much time on Pinterest wondering why my place doesn’t look like the perfectly curated homes of danish bloggers. An inner monologue ensues.
*Sigh* Just LOOK at that refined minimalism. So clutter free. So tidy. How do they keep their white linen sheet so arctic white? I mean, is there some kind of secret Danish ingredients they put into their Oxi-clean? Look at them! And why do they all only own a total of 3 things? You know, that ONE untouched book, that ONE very French candle, and that ONE perfectly posed Brazilian model equivalent of a house plant I couldn’t dream of keeping alive. Where do they even store their tampons?
Almost immediately, the universe answers in the form of Winston, our ginger fur-ball of a golden retriever, as he leaps up onto my white linen bed with the floppy zest of a puppy and snuggles up next to me.
I nod, agreeing with him: “‘Yea, f*ck the sheets.’ and return to reading my regular person book on my white-enough bed, with the flickering light of a nearby Eau de’ TJ Maxx candle.