2020.  What else is there to say?  It happened.

It wasn’t ALL bad at first. I planted some peonies.  I baked a batch of cheddar biscuits. The dogs and I clocked 44-mile weeks, 14 weeks in a row. Then my idle brain said,  “Enough. Time to get to work.”

I looked around my home for a closet to clean, a drawer to organize, a desk to clear. And…nothing. My fanatical need for organization was now my nemesis. 

Then the phone rang…a friend and client of Kelley O’Brien Events in tears because her four kids were all home, her house was bursting at the seams, and she was losing her mind, along with all of her car keys, which were “probably hiding under a stack of mail, a cushion, or one of the kids hid away.” A lightbulb went off, and KOB Closet + Home Curation was born.