Given that my great de-clutter of 2016 was nearly two months ago, the clean shelves are starting to fill up with crap again. Slowly and sneakily, my things are multiplying to fill all available space. I don't know how it's happened. I can only assume that my items breed while I'm asleep or at work. Either that, or the Cleaning Fairy's evil cousin, the Clutter Fairy, has paid me a visit. I curse that Clutter Fairy. Sure, she sounds much more fun than her nerdy clean-freak cousin, but still. I liked it much better when my shelves were clean, even though the smugness probably oozed off me like a bad smell, irritating everyone who crossed my path. Sure, my house looks better that it did in cluttered old 2015, but isn't exactly the same as it was in its 1 January 2016 glory either.
Perhaps it is time to turn to the book everyone is talking about, Marie Kondo's book on how to de-clutter one's life? I'm not sure what she writes about, apart from only keeping things that bring you joy, and something about how to arrange your t-shirt draw so it looks amazing. So amazing, I imagine, that you wish guests would snoop through your drawers to marvel at your superior organisational prowess.
Although by "everyone talking about it", I actually mean a few people online and at work, who told me about the book in the first weeks of January when we were all gripped with New Years Resolution-itis.
I haven't actually read the book yet, but hear it's good. I've seen it in shops, looking all invitingly minimalist. I've even booked it at the library, although am 76th in line, so I may get to read it in time for my 2034 New Years' resolution.
Maybe I'll ask the people who told me about it earlier in the year about it and see if their homes are still "Kondo'd". Maybe their homes are pristine, their lives transformed. Or maybe the Clutter Fairy has visited them as well, and their Kondo book is somewhere under a pile of plastic toys and old magazines.