I worked on my kitchen every day for a week. It wasn’t a lot of fun – most kitchen items are utilitarian, so not a lot of joy-sparking there – but I did manage to get rid of a fair number of boxes and my cabinets are organized.
One of the major issues with KonMari is that you can’t KM someone else. Each person has to be responsible for their own belongings. If I lived alone, this house would have been done months ago! But I am slowly making progress with my husband. He was fine with all the kitchen stuff I sent to Goodwill, but there still remained cabinets and shelves I could not touch because they belonged to him. He bakes. A lot. So we have shelves and shelves of baking items and cake decorating tools. They’ve invaded the garage too. Pans, candy molds, tips, bags – you name it, we have it. And while I can’t KM his baking supplies, I can at least organize the shelves where they reside.
But he was starting to come around. I asked him to come into the garage with me so we could organize the dozens and dozens of pans and molds. Again, if I can’t get rid of it, I at least want it to be neat. And then a funny thing happened. As he was going through the items he started to pare down. Unpopular pans and molds he only used once were put to the side. And then more and more, until we had a giant tub of cake pans and a smaller, but still large tub of molds all ready to be discarded. I was shocked! And I think he was too. Just the act of sorting through all of those supplies made him realize that he was hanging onto them for no good reason, especially since he wasn’t using all of them anymore. And that left the remaining items much more easily accessible.
I guess that motivated him, because a few days later he started working on his toolbox. Men don’t get rid of tools; doesn’t matter if they have multiple versions of the same item, in their minds there might one day be a need for this particular size of hex wrench – or hammer – or screwdriver. But the top drawer of his beloved Craftsman toolbox was so overflowing he could not close the lid. It took him several evenings but, soon he had gone through the entire thing. It was a sight to behold; and now the lid closes.
But for me, the most validating thing has been his willingness to work on his closet. You have to understand, when I met my husband, I thought I was with someone who also liked orderliness. His apartment was always immaculate, no piles or signs of clutter. On my first visit during a party, he actually brought me to see his huge walk-in closet. Clothes hung neatly, other items stacked on shelves – hardly a thing out of place. I often joke with him that he sold me a bill of goods, because this is what I live with now:
And you can’t even see the top of the dresser in this picture. If there is a horizontal surface, it is covered. The only saving grace has been that we each have our own closet so I can just close the door and TRY to ignore his. I asked him one day if we could please just go in there and straighten up a bit. The next thing I know, he had two full tubs of shorts and jeans and an armload of shirts all ready to be discarded. He’s recently lost fifty pounds, so none of these items even fit! Discarding them all means a couple of things. First, he is committed to not putting that weight back on. But it also shows that he gets where I am coming from; he understands my need to dig out from under all of this and he is starting to feel it too. Now, he won’t caress an item and ask himself, “Does this spark joy?” but when I ask him if he is sure about getting rid of something, he will say it doesn’t make him feel joyful. He’s poking fun a little bit, but he understands the process. And now his closet looks like this:
Sometimes, you can get the horse to drink.