This is possibly the reason why I haven't bought a luxury yacht.
Loads and loads of magazines. Most of them not too bad, but many of them utterly pointless. So, in preparation for the end of this year, I've spent a lot of time this weekend going through every single one of them, cutting out the stuff that will be useful and then making the most enormous pile of the gutted remains, as seen below:
So there we have it. A waist-high pile of magazines. Great.
All of the "useful" stuff (like recipes, photos that inspired me, articles that I enjoyed or whatever) has ended up in seven folders like the ones below:
The height of these, when they're all stacked on top of each other, is all of about 10 centimetres. I guess at least I got something out of them all.