A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING…FOR NOW

There is a weird dichotomy that goes on in my brain when it comes to living space. No matter where I’ve lived I’ve worked very hard to make my home perfect: attractive, comfortable, a place of peace where there are beautiful things to look and where everything you see as you look around you is right where it belongs. I’m one of those people who move things back to their spot if you happen to pick them up and move them a few inches off-base. My mother-in-law, while helping me spring-clean in the past, hopefully never noticed that after she...