By her own account, Marie Kondo was an unusual
child, poring over lifestyle magazines to glean organizing techniques
and then stealthily practicing them at home and school, confounding her
family and bemusing her teachers.
As she writes in “The
Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and
Organizing,” which comes out this month in the United States and is
already a best seller in her native Japan and in Europe, she habitually
sneaked into her siblings’ rooms to throw away their unused toys and
clothes and ducked out of recess to organize her classroom’s bookshelves
and mop closet, grumbling about poor storage methodologies and pining
for an S-hook.
Now 30, Ms. Kondo is a
celebrity of sorts at home, the subject of a TV movie, with a
three-month waiting list for her decluttering services — until recently,
that is, because she has stopped taking clients to focus on training
others in her methods. Last Friday, I brought her book home to practice
them.
What better moment to drill
down and ponder the fretful contents of one’s sock drawer? Global and
national news was careering from the merely hysterical to the
nonsensical (the Ebola cruise ship incident was just peaking). Closer to
home, other anxieties beckoned. But in my apartment on Second Avenue,
the world was no larger than my closet, and I was talking to my
T-shirts.
Let me explain. Ms. Kondo’s
decluttering theories are unique, and can be reduced to two basic
tenets: Discard everything that does not “spark joy,” after thanking the
objects that are getting the heave-ho for their service; and do not buy
organizing equipment — your home already has all the storage you need.
Obsessive, gently self-mocking
and tender toward the life cycle of, say, a pair of socks, Ms. Kondo
delivers her tidy manifesto like a kind of Zen nanny, both hortatory and
animistic.
“Don’t just open up your closet
and decide after a cursory glance that everything in it gives you a
thrill,” she writes. “You must take each outfit in your hand.”
“Does it spark joy?” would seem
to set the bar awfully high for a T-shirt or a pair of jeans, but it
turns out to be a more efficacious sorting mechanism than the old saws:
Is it out of style? Have you worn it in the last year? Does it still
fit?
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The contents of one of Ms. Kondo’s own drawers. |
You can find YouTube videos of her technique, but
it’s not so hard: Fold everything into a long rectangle, then fold that
in upon itself to make a smaller rectangle, and then roll that up into a
tube, like a sushi roll. Set these upright in your drawers. And pour
your heart into it, Ms. Kondo urges: Thank your stuff, it’s been working
hard for you.
“When we take our clothes in
our hands and fold them neatly,” she writes, “we are, I believe,
transmitting energy, which has a positive effect on our clothes.”
She proposes a similarly
agreeable technique for hanging clothing. Hang up anything that looks
happier hung up, and arrange like with like, working from left to right,
with dark, heavy clothing on the left: “Clothes, like people, can relax
more freely when in the company of others who are very similar in type,
and therefore organizing them by category helps them feel more
comfortable and secure.”
Read more at NYTS.