The bane of my existence, the crux of all my problems: the immortal undefeatable pile of worn-once-but-still-clean clothes. Not quite fresh enough to put back in the drawer, but not dirty enough to put in the laundry. I swear, I’m gonna wear those pants again on Friday! But where do they live until then??

Purgatory Zones, AKA corners-where-junk-piles-up, are one of Pilo’s core realms of power. Behind the door, on your dresser, under that one shelf, etc etc etc. We all have them, its just a natural part of not being Marie Kondo. Yet, even us sad not-marie-kondos can learn how to tame these zones of chaos!

We just have to understand them. Why do they come into being, and how can we sooth them?