I called it In Their Place.
Tamsin came on opening day with champagne.
“The name’s a little threatening, Lorna.
Everyone else calls theirs ‘The Magic of Tidying,’ and you sound like a judge handing down sentences.”
I laughed and popped the cork.
“I just help people put the baggage back where it belongs.”
My first client was a frayed woman in her late forties, fresh out of a brutal divorce of her own, standing in a new apartment among a mountain of boxes.
She broke down.
“I thought I just didn’t know how to fold a shirt,” she wept.
“It turns out I’ve never once been able to get my own life in order.” I handed her tea and a tissue and understood, standing there, that I wasn’t color-coding closets at all.