I happen to love clutter.
Not unkempt, dirty or messy clutter,
but organized and clean.
I’ve accumulated many things over the years: photographs, books, bric-a-brac, you know, the usual stuff that makes up a person’s life, and I happen to like my life where I can see it.
I tried streamlining, and as nice as that is, it really isn’t me. Don’t confuse ‘hoard’ with ‘clutter‘. I am NOT a hoarder. I know when to throw things away. Although some would disagree.
Perhaps I am being too liberal with the word, ‘clutter’ in that it gives the impression that things are a mess. Not so. I have clusters of things. In groupings. All around. But they are organized. There is no madness or obsession. I just happen to like seeing my memories as opposed to hiding them in a box somewhere. So sue me.
I don’t know where all this is coming from or where, to say the least, it is going. Just thought I’d fill some time and write about nothing.
We all have our idiosyncrasies.
Vero?
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1 comment:
WAIT?? WHAT??Idio-huh?? I have no idea what your refferring too.. I plead the fifth.. Also- its that "clutter" that makes a house a home no matter where you live. I grew up around it and couldnt imagine anything different from you. But I will say this- all thats gonna have to go when Connor gets there! :) I tried streamlining as well- making things more "magazine"like in my home- did NOT work- two weeks later I had accumulated more "Clutter" and all the knick knacks that had been hiding in hutch's and drawers slowly made its way out to be seen replacing all the "Clutter" I had recently done away with.. Oh well, such as life! Live what you Love!!!!!!!!
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