When we had the cousins over for the night last weekend, one remarked that he liked all of the "stuff" we have hanging on our walls. I could have scooped that guy up tight and given him a big, old hug. I like all of that stuff I nailed up there too. I, too, fancy a simple, barren wall... in other people's homes, but an empty wall in my own home feels a little like putting a puzzle together and having a piece missing. Empty and annoying. My mind won't rest until I find the very perfect "stuff" to fill up that empty wall space. I want some eye candy; colorful and organized, but not too perfect. It's madness, I know. I admit it. I own it. I'm very comfortable in my OCD.
*The two bottom photos are of my own home.
Okay, Imma get back to studying for another test tomorrow.
I'm serious this time.