Bare Walls

I’m not a minimalist, but I play one on TV.  Ha!  My daughter doesn’t like my naked walls.  She declared the other day ‘when I have a job and a house, I’m going to buy a lot of art and put it all over my walls.’  I think she says that because the only thing up in my house is a large mirror –    N-O-T-H-I-N-G else.  I like simple and uncluttered spaces.  I’m not a very fussy person; and my style is very plain.  I would like to say that I’m a minimalist, but I’m not.  As a matter of fact, I have too much.  Right now I’m sitting on a few boxes in my bedroom and many boxes and bags in the garage.  All full of stuff.  Don’t ask me what stuff.  Okay, stuff I brought back from different trips.  Stuff I bought just in case someone has a baby.  Stuff to give to someone at church.  Stuff to send to Goodwill.  Stuff for a garage sale; and stuff I have to go through and maybe throw away.  My kids are teens, but I still have a play table full of Legos, army men and other trinkets.  I also have coloring books and boxes of crayons and coloring pencils.  I keep them because when my nephews and nieces come over…..well, you know.  I also have to cull my books and pick through the sets of silver.  I have clothes in my closet I haven’t worn in years.  I have beach purses I’ve never worn to the beach.  My linen closet has too many ‘just in case’ towels.  Just in case what?  I decide to host the Rangers overnight?  I’m just not ruthless when it comes to discarding things; but I do have empty walls.  Maybe someday I’ll find great art to put up on my walls, but for now, I love those bare walls.