Some facts just stick with you. I'll never forget a comment one reader, ecuadoriana—a collector of pre-20th century medical journals—left on a post I wrote about paper clutter last year. Apparently hemorrhoids, some time around the late 1800's, used to be called "piles," and ecuadoriana had formed a lasting mental connection.
"Every time I see piles of papers, magazines, wayward laundry, etc., start to build up in my house, I imagine that they are hemorrhoids—giant, ugly, painful pains in my butt—and I get rid of them immediately."
Now you have this gift. You're welcome. Love, ecuadoriana and me.
Paper piles have always been a big pain in the butt for so many people, because we tend to treat it like a strikable item on a to-do list instead of a major artery for our home's homeostasis. Mail isn't going to magically stop just because you finally cleared the tables and counters last weekend. You need a forever sort of system.
from Apartment Therapy | Saving the world, one room at a time https://ift.tt/2OAdSPv
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