Confessions of the Chronically Messy

I have always been a messy person. Not in the “Oh, everything is such a mess (but it could still be photographed for a home magazine)” kind of way; more in the “I haven’t seen the carpet in my bedroom in over a year” kind of way. For better or worse, I married a man who is more inclined to messiness than I am. Continue reading Confessions of the Chronically Messy