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 order– 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 evaluating stock for the theoretical etsy store, which I can’t seem to get off the ground– and partly it is just the hoarder’s habit of acquisition and utterly grudging parting from mundane yet enamored objects.