Anyone who has visited ‘Casa de Harper’, or knows either of her dads, knows we are a tidy group. I love visiting friends who are collectors of things. Their collections are invariably fascinating and displayed with such obvious and well-deserved pride. I can understand why they like to share them with guests.
At home, however, I lean more toward the ‘less-is-more’ school of decorating. I think my countertops look best with little or nothing on them. I think a side table looks better with a lamp and a small framed photo, rather than a lamp, a vase of flowers, 3 candles, 9 photos of family & friends in frames of various sizes and styles, the book I was reading last night open, face down, and a coaster. Our home is not ‘clutter-free’ but I try to confine the clutter to carefully circumscribed areas; preferably areas that are not within plain sight of the casual visitor. I’m not a minimalist. I am not neurotic. I just like things to be neat. Because I know if they aren’t and someone stops by to visit they will think badly of me and tell everyone they know in sentences beginning with phrases like’ “You would not believe…….” . I am just tidy.
It is important to note there is a clear distinction in my mind between being tidy and being a ‘clean freak’. I don’t follow the dog around with a vacuum cleaner. I don’t bleach the shower as soon as I get out of it. I definitely do not walk around with a rag in one hand and a spray bottle in the other just in case something might have landed on a surface area since the last time I was in that room. That would be crazy!
I am not crazy. It’s just that I’m confident humankind will survive beyond the end of the Mayan calendar so long as I make my bed every morning within 15 minutes of getting up, keep the kitchen countertops spotless, and make sure the cook-top always looks like no one has ever actually cooked food on it.
That’s just common sense.