|Angela Hoxsey, organizing stylist. Love this huge photo of M. behind her, don't you? Photo by Robb McDonough|
You might remember that I've interviewed Angela before and I told her that my husband and I were opposites. I like all the surfaces clear, am a veritable Monica about that. To the extent that I actually give away all my books (I read about three a week) and when I do online video classes often I can't concentrate on what they are saying because I'm too focused on the shelves behind them!
But my drawers are a mess.
"Oh yes!" Angela said. "You're an Inny." I'm tidy and seemingly organized on the outer, but a secret mess on the inner.
My husband is an Outy who doesn't mind a bit of stuff on the benches but has tidy drawers (oh er missus).
Here's the evidence.
|My desk. Oh yes, it seems like I'm a tidy person|
Compare and contrast: The Hubstar's drawers:
The second person I interviewed was Chad Olcott who owns Mulberry's Home in Oakland--love how calls himself a "decorator" so old school --said his best clear-out came last year when his house was photographed for the SF Chron. He took out the little stuff--pictures on the walls, everything on the surfaces. Each of the littlies had to earn their way back in. So his advice is: imagine a newspaper or magazine is coming to your house.
|Chad Olcott says take all the littlies out. Now they have to earn their way back in.|
The constant thing we have to purge is--you would not believe it--costumes! What's yours? Because we have so many themed fundraisers at the three schools the kids have gone to, we have accumulated what turned out to be a carload of costumes. We did this purge in late August.
|My glamorous life all bagged up|
Good! All cleared out. But since then we have actioned three more costumes...
|Speakeasy party: Over-Donatella-ed it on the tan, not terribly Twenties|
|Tacos and Toga 50th birthday party. Anthony and Cleopatra, the greatest love of all time...or just two people in really bad wigs?|
|Space party: We were the two faces of Keith Moon (The Who drummer) Only two people got it. There was no prize for most obscure get-up, dang it.|
|Keith Moon as the Queen|
|Keith Moon as a rollerblading nun. Now do you geddit?|
So it's back to commandeering the boy in the upstairs corner room to take them down to the garage to store.
|There was actually a third box just for the wigs|
What's your groundhog day of effluvia? (Wow, this blog post really took a strange and messy turn, just what you'd expect from an Inny, innit?)