In a small home, storage is key. That means cabinets, cupboards, and drawers are all pushed to their absolute max, stuffed to the brim with my many, many belongings.
The one place I try to exercise restraint, though, is on my shelves. You see, the thing with my chockablock cabinets is that no matter how crazy full they are, they'll still look relatively presentable, with all the clutter safely hidden behind a door. My shelves, on the other hand, have to be an outward display of my style, my interests, and my feigned ability to be organized. My shelves are a place for only my most high-brow books, no holiday reads here, and tastefully curated ceramics. There's a standard to maintain, and it's a high one.
