Clutter buster.

I‘m finally clearing through stacks of papers I’d cleverly hidden in pea green Container Store boxes.

During Christmas, I couldn’t keep up with the influx of papers/gifts/magazines & catalogues,

so I coped by sticking them out of sight.

The only problem? “Out of sight, out of mind.”

My Mom preferred doing anything over housekeeping.

So as the eldest of four — and the only kid with a touch of OCD — I kept order as best I could.

I was a nervous whirling Dervish, desperate to clear clutter — because it was always messy and I

didn’t feel in control. I still don’t do well with chaos.

One bad thing about hiding paper in boxes: it looks tidy but I have no idea of what’s inside.

Some people are hiders. Others are pilers. I’m a hybrid, and neither technique really works.

Tonight I unearthed this beautiful card from Louise A. Marler, my friend the typewriter artist.

You can’t tell, but it’s on earthy, grainy, wonderful paper — so nice that I stroked it admiringly when I first got it.

And of course I love the keys.

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