Confessions of the queen of clutter

I keep reading about how a tidy home is a tidy mind. I'm not convinced by the cause and effect, but as the possessor of an untidy mind that needs some tidying, I thought I'd give it a go. Having found the floor in the garage earlier in the month, I turned my attention to the fitted wardrobes and failed at the first hurdle in the "'only keep what is beautiful or useful"stakes. Pinny was the first doll in my cot when I was born. My Nan and great aunt stitched shoes where baby me had chewed his feet. Four year old me drew eyes on him so he could see better. Eight year old me was far too grown up for Pinny but Nan and great aunt kept him safe and all the memories too. Maybe he passes the beautiful test after all.