I used to live a very cluttered life. My hobby was shopping and I was probably one of the best shoppers you would ever have met! Maybe even Olympic-class shopper. Not quite as good as my dear friend Barbara D., but we did some damage, that is for sure! I believed every space should have something "in" or "on" it. Now, think about that statement for a moment.....mind-boggeling isn't it??? Every wall, counter, table top and nook and cranny had something adorning it and I was always on the look-out for more! Is anyone thinking obcession??? Harmless you say??? Well, I thought so, but the truth was, these things were making me crazy (not insane, just frazzeled, turbulent in my spirit, the opposite of calm). Then we had a house fire! All of a sudden I experienced what William Wallace meant when he shouted FREEDOM!!!! (Mel Gibson in Braveheart). We moved into a two bedroom apartment with absolutely nothing but the clothes we had on and I had my purse....full of $$$ from the insurance company to buy any necessities we would need while our house was being restored! I bought two dishes, two knives, forks, spoons, mugs ....you get the idea. It was liberating. I know I have written about this before, but just this weekend we have been putting away our Christmas stuff and contemplating bringing back some of the pocessions we stored while we had the house on the market....once again moving back into this house. I want a leaner approach to the look of our home. Not austere, but certainly more open and less cluttered. We have walls with absolutely nothing but paint on them! I want order and simplicity and beauty and peace and comfy and charm. I want clean and hospitable and I want to entertain angels.