"There comes a time when my 'inspiration folders' are layered so thickly that it all seems to blur into one big uninspiring ball of vagueness."
I am, inherently, a collector of imagery. I find my self stockpiling everything from inspirational tear-sheets, thought-provoking postcards (something learnt from coming across my mothers little pockets of history in the form of unique/ sentimental letters and cards she had deemed worth keeping) and most of all, I am guilty of savouring images from the internet (the ultimate diamond in the rough policy). "What harm" you say? and I would be inclined to agree, since I am a follower of the timeless Hakuna Matata theory, however, there comes a time when my 'inspiration folders' are layered so thickly that I can't find see my 'Top Ten Must Haves' from my 'Brilliant Street-Style' and it all seems to blur into one big uninspiring ball of vagueness to which I am reluctant to donate my time to.