Confession: My happy place is a near empty tchotchke shelf.

So much for Wordless Wednesday. Turns out, I have a few thoughts to write out because I need a break from the madness of my house. When I get flustered with the mess in our house I get angry, bitter, resentful, and just downright mean. John says I'm in "cleaning mode" when I get like that. That's putting it nicely. I have an intense hatred for tchotchkes and piles of paper probably because as a child I thought I had to save every little thing I touched. Eventually that need to hold on to everything became suffocating and I learned the beauty of the phrase less is more. Somehow, despite my less is more mantra, my house is bursting out the seams with stuff and I feel like I have no control over it.
 
I needed a place of my own. A place I could control 100% of what goes into it...or in this case, doesn't go into it. Let me introduce you to my nearly empty trinket shelf.

I'm not even sure how many years it's been hanging up but that's all that has been on it the whole time. Considering how much I hate anything that must be removed in order for me to dust, it's kind of funny that I would even buy something like this for my home. Kids can't touch it and hubby knows better. He just kind of looks it at laughs at how sadly decorated it is. But it's mine. All mine and it's under control.

Sometimes I get crazy and change up which box each thing is in.


Tell me.....
Do you have a special place in your house or a piece of furniture that is all yours and only yours?