Storaggio
I'm obsessed with storage: there I've said it. I am obsessed with putting things back in their CORRECT place and NOT looking for the scissors, twist ties, rubber bands or the stapler. My neighbour is an interior designer and I'm always looking through her windows and comparing my chaos with her perfect world of impeccable white chic. At present , I have the entire contents of my storage locker in the living room. I am rooting through everything and everything will be perfectly stored before it it is re-stored in the storage locker. Labelled, packed, tissue papered....discarded, donated, sold. Those are the categories. Those are the rules. How and when did I aquire so much stuff? I remember when I lived in a bachelor suite and all I owned was 2 plates and one black sweater. Now it's tire chains, chain saws, Christmas decorations, brass fittings, stuffed donkeys....it's enough to make one become a Buddhist monk!