C.H.A.O.S

Currently, my house is in C.H.A.O.S. – also known as: Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome. How did this happen? When Hamsters marry Hamsters…

I am the school example of a Hamster: I keep *everything* that reminds me of *anything*. A postcard, a sticker, a piece of clothing, a book, a note, anything.

When whe moved from Ghent to Antwerp, I cleaned up my mess. I started packing, carefully looking at each item, thinking what it reminded me of, and if it was a memory I wanted to keep alive. With the succesfull mantra “when in doubt, throw it out” I managed to shrink my pile of junk into ’just a few boxes’.

Then, there’s my Dear Husband. He’s even a bigger hamster then me: he does not only keep everything thatreminds him of anything, but also all the things he thins might have a use… someday. This can go from microwaves (we already have one!) to mirrors. You name it, he has it (or at least two of them).

So, same story when we moved: when in doubt, throw it out.

Somehow, after throwing out everything we were doubting about, our place is still a mess. Since my beautybusiness started (a girl can never have enough make-up, especially not if you are a make-up artist ;p), my piles have gotten bigger and bigger, and then there’s the Tupperware…

Luckily, the Visible Rooms (living, kitchen, Warre's bedroom) are tidy and (most important) clean. But our bedroom and the office-slash-beautyspace are still... a mess.

So my C.H.A.O.S still isn’t over, and I have to make a one-legged-leap over two boxes, half a table and a piano to get to the PC to type this message. I'm working on it...