I visited Tyler’s apartment in NYC a couple weeks ago, and felt like such an idiot when I saw his plastic bins of t shirts he has stored in his closet. The tees he doesn’t actively wear but isn’t quite ready to cut loose for good. When I got home, I found myself browsing the container store - immediately picturing the great ways I could improve my life with a container for everything: several t shirt boxes, a toy box for my daughter, stuff for my dvds, cds, and games that I want to store, the dog food, and everything else. It was like cleaning without having to actually clean.
