“Back when my daughters were babies, my Pinterest boards were full of minimalism porn: white walls, vacuum-striped floors, zero sh*t on the counters,” writes Laura Onstot. “I craved nothing more than an empty house with a vase full of peonies as the sole decoration. Maybe my aspirations were too high, or a version of wishful thinking. But I really think I could have been a minimalist... if it wasn’t for the stuffed animals that now cover 90% of the surface area of our home. And I know exactly where the problem originated: my mother-in-law.” Or did it? — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
