Oh my goodness. I have discovered that there is a child in my house who is a stasher. She stashes things in corners clean or dirty and is also a collector of all things her mom would consider clutter. But now she is off to a fresh start for spring. Her drawers open with ease. Her closet looks pretty and no longer contains clothes that fit her five years ago. And the hallway is lined now with four stuffed trash bags for St. Vincent de Paul. The best part of the seemingly all day event? Buttercup the bird told me over and over that I was a "pretty bird". Isn't that tweet?