I know that I may have mentioned it before, but I really have the nicest readers on the planet.
First Valerie said I was pretty, then my mom said I was pretty (though it is in her contract to do so), then my husband said I was pretty (see above comment about contracts), then Michael didn't actually say that I was pretty though I know that he meant it. Then Marisol and Bearly Sane added their declarations of pretty, followed by Mgster, Lisa and Ginger. All of these nice people taking a moment for me. I love you guys, even the ones for whom it's not in my contract.
Now, onto the junk. Several readers, TJIC and Cheryl, cough cough, expressed twitchy horror at my latest pile of junk. I will now demonstrate the uses of junk in the home.
Scrabble letters and the nest that Cheryl sent me.
Tartan ice chest with flowers.
Wide shot of Exhibits A and B.
Old typewriter, plaid thermos and scrabble letters.
Rest of scrabble letters ready to spell important words. Like chocolate. Or junk.
Fall junk in a basket.
There you have it people. Controlled clutter. Junk used divinely. Fear not the junk, for it will be your decorative workhorse in the darkest of hours. It will hold your hand and free you from having a home that looks like every other house on your street.
Of course if the junk doesn't work for you there is always chocolate!