Sometimes I start to worry that I'm a pack rat. Every corner in our house has something in it. We end up with piles that never get sorted.
My sister Ashley and I always comment on how our sister Amy's house is always so...well...un-cluttered. How does she do it? I think it's impossible.
So today I'm starting with our hall closet and throwing out (or donating) anything we don't need. (The camping gear stays. I am determined to use it come spring.)
Then I think: You know? The fact that I'm worried enough to throw things out means I'm not a pack rat, right? And then I feel better.
And as a Christmas present to Christian I am going to make room for all my cake stands in the hall closet. If you ever need to borrow a cake stand (or nine), just give me a call.
3 years ago