At last! Someone sweeps away the spurious and ignorant guilt and shame of clutter to write the truth about the enduring value of the things we accumulate, irreplaceable books, movies, mementos, finds – in our own private library/museum.
This was originally entitled In Praise of the Comfort of Clutter in print, but Alas some busybody at the Times changed the headline to a cliche. Also, the url appended for her blog SlowLoveLife.com. may not work at first but is correct.