I have let go of more Stuff in the past six months than many people acquire in a lifetime. I felt good about this. Victorious! Virtuous!
“Consumerism,” I proclaimed, “you’re dead to me.”
Then at the end of a lovely afternoon at the SF Museum of Modern Art I made the mistake of swinging through the museum store. (Minimalist alert: museum stores are booby traps for the unaware.)
Although somewhere in a box in my storage unit I’ve stashed a perfectly adequate collection of assorted mixing bowls, strainers and colander, on the museum’s display shelf I spotted this:
It was so cool — the bright colors, the perfect way everything nested — even the colander, strainer, and measuring cups which were part of the set.
But $50? That stopped me. Plus it would just be one more thing rattling around in the back of my minivan for weeks (months?) till I land some place.
Curious, I went online to learn more about the company that made them and was glad I didn’t bite: the reviewers were uniformly disappointed – snagged like me by the pretty colors and clever design, but disgusted with the product’s poor quality.
Phew!! Saved from myself one more time…
A reminder that a padawan minimalist must be especially vigilant because she is as vulnerable to bright colors and shiny things as the early Native Americans were to the white traders’ worthless beads.