I seem to think that if you hold on to something long enough, it'll become valuable - antiques are nothing more than glorified junk that's now defunct, aye? :P
So 1 corner (or 2, or 3) of my room always looks like a mini tornado swept through it. Always. And although this will sound weird, I actually really do hate clutter.
I just practise selective vision and filter out what I don't want to see.
When I do 'look', this is how I look...
And then you'll see me start stuffing things in drawers, taking stuff out of paper/plastic bags, hanging up my accessories, etc, like a xiao zha bo (mad woman).
True story :P
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