Maybe someday I will have a sense of style. For now, I just accumulate interesting things that don't go together at all.
I've just shipped an ABF U-Pack Relo-Cube from the house where I grew up to the condo where I live. Neither location feels like home at the moment. One was my parents' residence for fifty-two years. The other has been my abode for a decade. Being stiflingly stuffed with possessions does not make a house a home. Being a warehouse for generations of mementos isn't necessarily conducive to healthy living.
This afternoon I've tried to compile an inventory sorted by color and historical era. I wish I could step back three giant steps to get an overview. In the meantime, I am washing items to get rid of the cedar chest smell that makes me sneeze.
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder