I was sitting in my car today and a lady who looks just like Martha Stewart pulled into the parking space across from me in her beige SUV. She smiled right at me, and I wasn’t sure why. So I was sitting there feeling how nice it was to have Martha smiling at me, when it occurred to me that Brenda is still in the car with me, and that’s why Martha was smiling so big.
I had kind of forgotten Brenda was there. She’s this princess/wonder woman piñata in the back seat. I don’t notice her anymore.
That’s what happens to clutter. It sticks around so long that you don’t even see it.
In my home this happens in my bedroom. That’s the only room you can’t see in when you come in the front door. That’s where stuff gets dropped, piled, and stored. It’s the default home for stuff that has no home.
I’ve been decluttering more in anticipation for our move. In an ideal world, a home would always stay clutter-free. The reality is that other things are usually more important to deal with at the time. It’s not until something like a move happens that you pay attention to the stuff you could ignore before.
Bon voyage, Brenda.
(Secret note to L. — I’m sending you something in the mail.)