I have joked among my friends for years now that my home looks like I am Amish. Once a magazine shoot was over, all the layering and paraphernalia went back to the store. Now, four years after my shops closing, I am still looking at bare walls. No joke, not a single picture is hanging in my house- and I am fine with that. In fact, I love it. So despite changes that come and go, internally and externally, the one thing that still has not changed for me is my love of white (and neutral and gray and raw wood). All of that screams SERENITY NOW! I simply love no color. But don't get me wrong, I often see colorful items that I comment about. Just the other day I saw a new car that was the most amazing olive green. I just don't want to live with it (or wear it!).
A clean, organized, white life does something to my soul. It's hard enough to stop the tapes playing in your head or the eyes from darting back and forth wanting everything you see or the mouth talking nonstop and saying things you wish you could rewind; controlling your environment is more doable than all those things I fail at miserably.
As I looked over my recent Pinterest posts, I couldn't help but notice a theme I seem to have going on that wasn't intentional; simplicity. The majority of images that speak to me now say something much more than just being a pretty picture. They depict a stillness I am striving for. I am ready for the chaos to calm down, whether figuratively or literally. I want less to see but more meaning in what I see. I want richness without visual confusion. I want stillness without being still. January or not, seems like a good time to begin.