Feel overwhelmed? No time for anything? Cursing those apparently perfect people (let us call them PPs) who smile a lot and seem to have everything in order? Guess what? They don’t (and the smile is a grimace, grasshoppers). It’s the illusion of the margarine commercial, the enticement of the biscuit ad.
They, too, have their secret stashes of smouldering stuff.
Yes, you heard me, stuff. Smouldering stuff.
Smouldering PP stuff.
When the little director in their heads yells, “Cut,” and the studio lights strobe down, when the guests go home, and the dishwasher begins its mesmeric hum, that’s when the smiley grimaces disappear and they, too, the PPs, have to deal with their stories of stuff, their stuffy PP stories.
Stuff in drawers.
Innocent looking enough on the outside, the drawer has come to symbolise the epitome of the bland but lethal cover story for stuff. But it doesn’t have to be so. You, grasshopper, and you, PP, can turn the drawer into your friend.
You can declutter, discover and create in your drawer space, and you can do it now. A Few More Blinks