Trust me, I’ve gotten good at purging over the last year, and I know damn well that possessions don’t mean squat at the end of the day. But what does one do when their kid is a hoarder? Obviously he’s not sitting in a corner rocking back and forth while neatly stacking old magazine articles or anything, but let’s be real. Kids = STUFF. I like to consider myself a minimalist for the most part, and before his birth, I thought all Baby T would need would be our love and maybe a wooden block or two. Bwahahahaha. At some point I’ll post a pic of my living room to prove just how off base I was. In the interim, I’m dreaming of clean spaces and summer homes worth escaping to. After I win the Lottery. And travel with a cleaning crew. Thank you.
(images via Bolig)