Hi, Linda,
What a horrifying person Stephanie Roberts is.
Is she for real?
I love my clutter. It enables me to feel at ease with my surroundings. With my clutter I do not feel a regimented and febrile jerk having to consider appearance before comfort.
With my clutter I can relax and enjoy life. My friends can visit with no fear of upsetting anything.
My dogs, which are mobile clutter, are never in danger of being chastised because their presence, instead of enriching my life, will create disharmony in the universe and cause me to suffer the sort of grief that only the clutter-free can possibly suffer.
What is it with people that they must make a science of the most mundane of subjects and theorise how they can use their new science to sell books and make people feel inferior?
What a fabulous place my apartment is for my grandchildren. They never know what will be in the next little heap that they play in. It could be a CD. a book, a comic or that elusive crayon box they were looking for last time they visited.
My grandchildren, I suppose, are also mobile clutter but I wouldn't be without them!
Clutter is exciting!
Clutter is fun!
Clutter is the debris of a contented life.
Why, oh why can't people keep such totally impractical and stupid ideas to themselves.
Did anybody reading this article honestly decide that they were going to have no clutter in the garage, kitchen, loft, living room or where ever?
If so, where did they plan to put it?
I would love to know.
Regards
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