|Wow. Just, wow.
||[Oct. 29th, 2003|08:20 pm]
I sometimes have a problem with clutter and "too much stuff". With all the cool stuff I've found via thrifts, yard sales, and piles of stuff marked "free!" when someone moves, it's easy to have more stuff than you "need". And when I spend less on clothes in a decade than most women spend in a year, it's hard to feel guilty for needing the equivalent of two or three closets- hey, I'm gonna wear that Marching Band jacket! Doesn't every normal woman has at least 10 vintage coats, at least 2 leather ones and at least 3 with fur collars?* And I actually did do an art installation with ten Lite Brites....3 years ago. Yet I still have most of them (I did ditch a few at the garage sale).
So like the alcoholic that's pleased to meet people who drink more than he does, I was oddly mollified by this site:
On an intellectual level, I understand some parts of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. The folks that shower 12 times a day, or have to count things..not my bag, but I understand the primal need to apply order (even in a mis-directed, half-assed way) to a chaotic universe.
But I can't understand why anyone would pile newspapers, garbage, and 200 plastic cups on their floors. If I had a grand piano, it would be visible from at least 3 sides. The pictures at the above site are fascinating like some kind of weird pornography that you aren't into, but isn't it wacky that this turns someone on? sort of way. I understand the difference between my clutter and their clutter, and don't think that I could cross the line...but who knows? Maybe when I'm 60 and have 15 cats, that'll be me. But God, I hope not.
Anyway, take a look at the pictures at the site for your daily dose of "See, I'm not that bad of a housekeeper" self-congratulation.
Beware of the fridge pic. Just sayin.
*This argument worked a whole lot better when I lived in the more frigid Midwest, before I moved to Seattle.