“I have to go home and Marie Kondo my kitchen,” my friend Max told me last Monday, standing up from the dinner table and heading to his apartment, where all culinary nonessentials would be tossed into the garbage.
The same day, my friend Veronica posted a picture of her cat on Instagram, lounging in a drawer of shirts, each one folded, KonMari-style, into perfect rectangles.
It was the end of a three-day weekend, and the effects of Tidying Up with Marie Kondo, a home-makeover-style reality show on Netflix based around organization guru Marie Kondo’s cult KonMari method, had officially set in. All of a sudden, my social channels and real life were overflowing with talk of clutter. So I did the only logical thing: From a couch piled high with books and “important mail,” I watched the first episode.
As I observed a modern American family called the Friends say thank you to their old workout clothes and kitchen gadgets and throw them into the garbage, I did what, I can only assume, viewers across the country have been doing since the show's January 1 debut: I looked around my happily stuffed one-bedroom apartment and took inventory.
What sparks joy? Almost everything, actually.
Six lamps, only one of them plugged in? All essential.
A silver seashell filled with crystals? They keep me balanced.
Two tall shelves, stuffed with books (Marie recommends under 30)? I'm a writer!
All those weird pioneer clothes I thrifted in high school? About to have a moment.
The shotski bearing my Instagram handle? Best party favor to date and perennial conversation piece.
All those rugs? OK, I got a little carried away in Morocco, but pattern-on-pattern is a maximalist's palate cleanser.
There are a few things I think I can part with: some half-used scented candles, some freebee cosmetics that never made it into rotation, a few old T-shirts. OK, done.