While I have been joyfully shedding clutter (and will continue to do so as I move), it is clear that I will never live in a room like this.
First, I am a disaster in an all-white room. Coffee, red wine, Jack the cat.
Second, I am also dangerous to myself around sharp corners and hard surfaces.
Third, this room just feels empty and cold to me.
But I love these.
A minimalist house doesn't have to be bare or cold or empty. In fact, it shouldn't be any of those things at all. It should simply be free of the non-essentials in one's own life.
I won't get rid of my books, for example. Besides adding color and texture and personality to my rooms, I realize that many of my books carry memories for me in a way that makes them important objects in my life. They're not clutter--well, most of them. I am certain that moving will shed me of the remaining non-essentials, but still keep me in need of 5-6 bookcases. That's just who I am.
My goal for my living space--whether house, apartment, or hotel room--is a user-friendly, serene, elegant space that includes color, texture, comfort, and surprise. A place that is clean and easy to keep clean (since I am not a Virgo!) and welcoming to friends. Where I don't rattle around alone. Where my memories and affections live, too.