I had the Closet Domino Affect happen to me yesterday. Surely it has happened to you to?
I opened my foyer closet, and 27 things fell out onto me and all over the floor. This led to me taking every last thing out of it, giving it a super quick paint job to fix my last super quick paint job, and searching for homes for everything I deemed inappropriate to live in this closet, particularly since we have the little mudroom in our garage to make a giant mess of daily.
Now this little closet is all cleaned out, with room for guests’ coats
(let’s gaze at it together, shall we?) –
– but in finding homes for what the little closet had been harboring, I came to the realization that despite my love of recycling, cleaning out, simplifying and living with less, there are magazines piled here, there and everywhere in this house.
I’m a magazine hoarder. There, I said it.
Let’s face it – with the digital age upon us, there really isn’t a need to hold onto magazines anymore. Even though I love to look at a beautiful magazine – it doesn’t mean I have to keep it forever.
Also, if one is going to stockpile magazines in his or her home, then at the very least, make them look fabulous!
Less – I don’t clean my house very well, more – magazines as part of my interior design. HA!
Magazines all over the house = hoarding.
Magazines used as accessories = chic and not so hoard-ish, don’t you agree?