Clutter in my head. Always.
Clutter in my house, sometimes decorative.
Clutter of things I can’t let go of, like every Food & Wine Magazine since my subscription started in 1990. that’s the one I have most of, anyway. Bon Appetit and Fine Cooking are not far behind. At least Gourmet is no longer in print; plenty of those as well.
Clutter in my closets. Clothes that may fit one day, but a lot of stuff that I wear now. Which leads to,
Clutter in the form of laundry. I can’t seem to catch up, and when I do, it’s not long before I am in over my head again.
Clutter in my kitchen — my Watermelon Whimsical kitchen. Cluttered counter tops, drawers, cupboards, shelves. I cook a lot, so I feel that justifies all that I have in that room.
I don’t belong on Hoarders — far from that; however, I really should think about purging, but the clutter in my brain keeps telling me to wait.