I’m adding a blog called The Selby to Thee Olde Blogrolle. It’s a fabulous photo blog of cool, funky people and their homes. I’m loving it. Because I’m a voyeur, basically. Aren’t we all? I love seeing how other people live, where they live, what they do with the space. Go check it out!
One of the neat things about that is seeing these creative, wonderful people in cluttered spaces.
I have clutter and I have to admit I kind of love my clutter, it comforts me. But to hear the “style tastemakers” speak, clutter is anathema. There was even a New York Times article implying that clutter made people fat.
Actually, my stuff (and I bet the people on that blog would argue this too) is NOT “clutter,” it is items that have a deep personal significance to me.
I realize not everyone lives like this, and good for the people who can have a bed and a desk and a couple books and nothing else, but I get a little tired of being told I need to “pare down.” So do I get rid of the Columbia Encyclopedia of Literature my grand-dad left me, or throw out all the little gifts that my globetrotting friends brought back for me?
Neat site, T! I love the one where the designer/photographer has his back turned and he’s playing the guitar–he has a patterned shirt on, and it made me notice all the patterned things all around the room.
(Ricki, it’s even worse: I read in “Psychology Today” there’s a book called “Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Big?” Yikes.)