Yet when I furnish my imaginary mansion I am drawn towards a blank canvas, not the ‘charming’ cluttered apartment I currently inhabit. I want minimalism and whiteness and a general cleansing of the palette. It’s as if placing myself in this new, clear, clutter-free home will rid me of my tendency to cling to things from yesterday, sentimental things that remind me of people and times and things that make me happy. I once kept a rose shaped potato that was a garnish on a dish at a cheap-ass Chinese restaurant my ex boyfriend brought me to. After a few years, it turned black and died, much like the relationship but it took me a bit too long to part with it. Anyway, you get the picture, it’s not just menaingful memorable things, much of my ‘stuff’ is utter shite. The kind of things I might chuck immediately if I didn’t think that maybe someone else might like them or use them or maybe even need them more than my spoiled self…

I shall endevour to be tidy and clean and to purge every month. To refine my wardrobe, building a respectable capsule made up of ‘investment’ pieces that will last the test of time. I will do the same in my sitting room, chucking my IKEA bits one by one and picking up special pieces as I go. Less is more. I shall repeat this mantra daily until I can see my bedroom floor clearly and allow people into my space without fear of judgement!