I love The Container Store. Walking through its aisles, I instantly feel more organized, more in control, more able--even when the reality of my situation is that I am none of those things. There's just something about the shiny plastic and hard angles of all those bins and binders--they beckon like a light in the darkness. Am I crazy? A little. But happily, Oprah understands (Doesn't she always?):
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