I had one of those moments last week. Actually I’d go as far as to say it was an epiphany. And it was down to my sister-in-law Lovely L.
There we were after a splendid supper in her new gaff. We’d scoffed well, roast lamb with rosemary followed by a couple of those gooey Gu puddings. You know, the ones that come in individual glass ramekins… Lovely L and I loaded the dishwasher and I put the dishes in, without thinking really. Look, in my house I keep them because they ought to be jolly useful and ramekin is such a fine word.
Then when the dishwasher was unloaded Lovely L took the dishes out and PUT THEM IN THE RECYCLING BIN. She didn’t hesitate, consider their usefulness, just decisively dumped them in the bin. I almost cried out.
Then I realised, that’s partly why her sun-dappled home is so easy to be in. It’s not cluttered. The cupboards contain what the family needs and no more. Nothing tumbles out at you and you can find exactly what you want.
And it’s the same throughout the house. Surfaces are largely clear, skirting boards are visible and there’s a sense of space.
A place for everything and everything in its place: if it isn’t beautiful, useful or otherwise amazing, it’s got to go.
All the way home I was itching to get started. The mug and glasses cupboard was my first target.
Among the discarded items – 10 glass ramekins and a Chinese teapot that was a wedding gift on the occasion of my first marriage 18 years ago and of no sentimental value whatsoever. It has never been used.