I’m putting my house in order at the most incremental, cellular, specific object level. I must touch everything. Everything bears scrutiny. From the overlooked piles of intention to jumbled drawers and cupboards. I am caught up in the throes of outright mania for orderâ€“ sorting, sifting, unstacking, and arranging everyday objects, glassware as well as curiosity cabinets full of odds and ends collected, squirreled away for years.
Partly this is evaluatingÂ stock forÂ the theoretical etsy store, which I can’t seem to get off the groundâ€“ and partly it is just the hoarder’s habit of acquisition and utterly grudging parting from mundaneÂ yet enamored objects.