My little mess is…No seriously though, ask my Mother, my Sister, my Dad and Brother, I am an organized freak, even touch the boarders of a mild OCD. I mean I like things in their place, I like picture frames straight on the wall, I don’t like mess but that doesn’t make me a weirdo, does it?…I’ve always been like this. I just don’t see the need of having clothes and stuff thrown around everywhere, I enjoy the esthetics of a clean and organized space, don’t you?
Life is a little different these days and I blame my lack of space due to small European apartments. The point is, my beloved home is a complete mess, not because I want to, but because I really have no space to put things away and its driving me a little nuts, never mind the mild OCD reaching its limits of tolerance.
Some days I feel like giving everything away and starting from scratch, other days I realize how this idea is completely outrageous as I try to squeeze yet another blazer into my already overcrowded closet…Will I ever wear this blazer again though? Probably not but its so beautiful! What if I wake up sometime in October with an urge for it and realize I no longer have it, because I gave it away -which has happened before-. But then again, if I don’t get over this fear, I will end up drowning in stuff sometime soon.
Some Saturday thoughts….