“clutter is the poetry of our homes. it is an intimate view that is not always perfect–a few dishes in the sink, books piled next to the bed. everything in its place may give a certain satisfaction, but a lived-in room exudes comfort and warmth.”
-mary randolph carter, author of “a perfectly kept house is the sign of a misspent life”
doesn’t this make you feel just a little better about things not always being in their place?