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Walking the Walk
Recently, a girlfriend of mine at a pool party told someone, “Kristi’s written a book.”
And I looked at her and said, “Yes, but it’s not published yet.”
“No you know … your other book. The one that I have.”
Oh. That one.
Occasionally, I am a little embarrassed that I self-published a book on living a life of style. Partly because it is very revealing, down to what brand of lingerie I wear, but also because it could have stood a professional editor.
I keep meaning to do a better edit, but my editing and revising time is exclusively for my mystery novel right now. Ah, maybe some day …
But despite all that, at its heart, the book really espouses my philosophies at life. That’s what I remind myself when people bring it up. It may not be high art or literature, but it does reflect my views on living. It is more like my own personal journal of style that I chose to share with the world after some of my wonderful readers told me “You should write a book on all this because I’ll buy it!”
Maybe that why is it embarrassing – what’s in it is a bit more like a private conversation I would have with a friend I know for certain is like-minded. It’s not something I talk about in casual conversation, these deep-felt beliefs of mine. But now it is in print. Some 130 copies have sold in the year since I wrote it, which isn’t a windfall, but isn’t too bad considering the only promotion I’ve done is having a sidebar on my blog.
I haven’t looked at it for more than a year, but I know it still reflects my philosophies. However, I was surprised the other day to find out just how much.
Recently, my family decided we would probably end up moving to smaller living quarters in the next year so we held a garage sale to get rid of some items. We are considering going from a three-bedroom house with a finished basement to a two-room duplex or apartment, so that means a lot of paring down.
Our garage sale went well, but what surprised me was that for the first time in my life, my garage sale items were comprised of mostly large furniture. There were barely any knick-knack type things that you would usually find at a garage sale. As a result, some people would cruise by without stopping. I realized we didn’t have the curb appeal of most garage sales, which are tables of small items, but was thrilled to realize that in the past few years I’ve been walking the walk.
Before my sale, I did a mental list of items that could sell, thinking through my house room by room. In the kitchen, I realized there was nothing … NOTHING … to purge. Everything in that small space gets used.
In the living room, everything is functional except a few sentimental objects I use for decorating and all the artwork. My décor is mainly books, pictures, and candles.
In the bedrooms, same thing. My accumulation of “STUFF” was so minimal that I didn’t have anything small to sell at my sale – just like I tell people in my book. I was happy to realize I truly am living what I preach.
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