When I was younger I always thought of myself living in a house FULL of clutter. Nice tasteful clutter mind you, not junky clutter! I think it all started when I watched Mary Poppins. Uncle Albert was one of my favourites, not just because he could fly when he laughed, (although that was a big part of it), but also because his house seemed so warm and welcoming and inviting. He had lots of STUFF, but it was all nice and cohesive stuff.
I still like the idea of clutter. To this end, I find myself in antique shops progressively more and more as time goes by.. Old pretty things are so lovely. If only they didn't cost an arm and a leg.
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