The townhouse Mrs. Chatterbox and I
currently live in has more square footage than any of our previous homes. I
remember walking through it before we made our purchase; cabinets and storage
space were plentiful and I figured it would be great having so many drawers
that we could afford to leave a few empty. Six years later all of the drawers
and cupboards are choked with stuff. How did this happen? Sometimes I feel like
I’m a magnet and everything in the world is made of metal. Read about it (here).
