by Julie, summering in Somerville
What do you notice about this picture?
My books for one, all ten. More on that later. Also:
- Wooden JH’s glued to the bookends.
- To the right, mini canopic jars, souvenirs from a trip to Egypt
- A German beer stein, a souvenir from a trip to Germany
- A movie poster from my favorite movie of all time
What do you also see?
The house of a maximalist.
It took me a long time to embrace this about myself. I bought Marie Kondo’s book, and watched her on Netflix. I did an online course on minimalism. I dreamed of white walls, streamlined furniture, and uncluttered surfaces.
But then I realized none of those things would make me happy. Family photos, my bobbleheads, dozens (hundreds?) of books, walls covered with art, a full craft closet, scarves that I’ll never wear but my grandmother did, the cards my nieces and nephews made me over the years, notebooks full of scribblings–these are the things that make me happy. A friend helped me realize I was a maximalist.
From maximalist to scary is a short jump, but let me clarify the difference. I go through my belongings, and try to pare down on a regular basis. I take great joy in displaying them. I have yet to rent a storage space for overflow. I do keep what give me joy.
I’m embracing my maximalism these days, but am getting rid of things when I can. That includes ARCs of The Plot Thickets, the next Garden Squad mystery!
Readers, weigh in below on whether you are a maximalist or minimalist below. I’ll draw three names on Sunday and send each person an ARC of The Plot Thickets. Sorry, for mailing they’ll be US only. However, the book is also available on Netgalley!
About The Plot Thickets
With spring’s arrival in Goosebush, Lilly and the Beautification Committee turn their eyes to new projects. A cleanup of the historic Goosebush Cemetery may be in order, after Lilly and Delia find the plots there sorely neglected and inexplicably rearranged. Lilly soon discovers that Whitney Dunne-Bradford snapped up custodianship of the graveyard once she inherited Bradford Funeral Homes. But before Lilly can get to the bottom of the tombstone tampering, she stumbles upon Whitney’s body at the Jayne family mausoleum . . .
Though at first it appears Whitney died by suicide, Lilly has doubts, and apparently, so does Chief of Police Bash Haywood, who quickly opens a murder investigation. Plenty of folks in town had bones to pick with Whitney, including her stepdaughter, Sasha, and funeral home employee, Dewey Marsh—all three recently charged with illegal business practices. But when the homicide inquiry suddenly targets an old friend, Lilly and the Garden Squad must rally to exhume the truth before the real killer buries it forever . . .