Babycakes and I talk a lot about simplifying our life and getting rid of "stuff." You know, those things that just sit on the shelf or hang in the closet. (Do I need to own not one, but two, vintage furs? Of course not.)
This is easier said than done. I love unclutter because of the way they unflinchingly write: you don't need this crap.
But Babycakes is having her birthday (June 28) and once again she is groaning about not wanting things for gifts ("Oy vey, please no tsatskes") so I must produce the perfect present that does not need dusting.