Saturday, April 4, 2026

Tragic Abundance: Spring Cleaning as Mortification

 From Matriarch Goals:

It is true that I love interior design and making things look nice, but my husband and I are terrible at home organization and at keeping things nice. We are both descended from legit hoarders, which does make us susceptible to imbalance when it comes to material possessions. But more than our genetic misfortunes, we both suffer from a similar type of impatience and a hatred of maintenance that really just amounts to a wholesale failure to keep up appearances.

My husband suffers from a true Spartan hatred of material possessions, which you’d think would deliver us unto minimalism but it doesn’t work that way. I suffer from an overabundance problem, too many hobbies, too many interests that lend themselves to collections and displays. My brother-in-law calls my particular brand of garden and home design tragic abundance, and nothing could be more true. I love old stoves and chimneys and decaying structures that lie out in people’s yards, curing, covered with roses or lilac bushes. That’s the dominant art form around the California Gold Country: natural, botanical abundance growing over the old steel and wood skeletons of a previous civilization. In some ways all of California is late-stage Republic in its artistic presentation, but this looks better in the northern part of the state because we have the granite boulders and hollowed out industry to give it a more romantic setting than the “this is basically Mexico” deserts of Southern California. (Read more.)


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