You shouldn't, if you ask me. My living room is an absolute tip (UK for dumpster, just in case). Our bedroom is better, but my home office is not and I haven't been down to the basement in probably a month (and the trips before that were maybe six months ago). The basement is full of everything from laundry (clean and dirty), percussion gear, computers, camping crap, and stuff Jebra wants to keep. Oh, and a dozen or so boxes of my good yarn plus the t-shirts that haven't migrated to the garage to become tarn. Oh, and a spinning wheel I don't know how to use and two or three of my deceased adoptive mother's good purses that I haven't done a damn thing with in all the time I've owned them. Good grief, that's sixty years of not wanting to dispose of them but having no practical use either. *huge sigh* Life and Adulting is hard.