The Hidden Den of Shame

Recently, it was suggested to me that I was too minimalist. I'd like to be minimalist. I'd like to be the type of person who has all white walls with Shaker furniture, and one tiny painting of the New England coast. But, I have too much stuff. I can keep some of the rooms at home simple and clean until I begin adding things like Danish pottery and Mexican figurines to to the fireplace mantle.

The den has become a real problem. Most of the stuff came from the Ranch or my grandparents' house. Western was the theme at the Ranch, while Victorian parlor was the theme at their  house. Consequently, the den is a hodgepodge of western paintings, Edward Curtis photographs, and Paiute baskets. And I found a great case to hold all of my tiny nick-nackery. It holds my birds nests, rock collection, Mexican tiles, and any other little object I can cram in there. So, as you see, I may preach minimalism, but like Mies Van der Rohe, I can't live in it, too much stuff.