Clutter Up

Went into a media woman's upscale mini condo the other day. It's new: city scape, granite, dark woods, deck, window walls - the usual. All new furniture, the latest. Mininalist's dream.  Couple months later, dining table/ desk: assorted papers strewn,  cooking area a boxed food array, island stools draped with flotsam, bed atangle, bathroom badly dried towels mixed with drying underthings, marble counters with cosmetic overkill, lounge area a vision of askew randomness  according to use not The Rules, unhinged mantel memorabilia. In short, one of those seek-and-find scenes. I loved it. It was  an old slipper whose left you finally found amongst the dust bunnies under the bed. You could put this apartment on, flop down and eat ice-cream  out of the box and drink orange juice from the container. A home!