Secrets no more

For years and years i have been a hoarder, at one time it was out of control, and some one  had to step in and help me. My home was never taken down to clean shiny you see on tv, but it was a lot less stuff around and I felt comfortable. But never comfortable enough to have some one new visit me in my home.I dreaded the days we had fire alarms and smoke detectors inspected because I had to let a stranger into my home or pay a fine and still have some one come back.When Jim lived with me , I tried to keep the hoarding down to a minimum, and he said it never bothered him. When he left I cleaned up my place and got rid of a lot of stuff, and yet I was and am still ashamed of my place,
This brings me to the present day, I made friends with a lady down the hall last march we go swimming together 3 times a week, I often visit her place and chat and have coffee, but I could never invite her into my place because of all the clutter. Yesterday my daughter was visiting me and Ann dropped over to ask me something, My daughter answered the door and of course invited her in. She talked to me a bit and asked me about the new bedding I had purchased and I told her I was not using it as it didn't look right in my bedroom, because my bedroom doesn't look like a bed room, it looks like a storage room for cloths.
Now she wants to help me make my bed room beautiful, and all sorts of stuff, and that is giving me panic attacks no end. I know she has good intentions  and means well, but honestly I don't want a beautiful bedroom. I know that sounds odd, but to me a beautiful bed room is like a show case to be looked at only and not used . I honestly can not say why I ever bought the bedding as it is a comforter and 5 fancy pillows that are beautiful but in reality a pain in the but as they end up on the floor when I go to bed or take a nap. What I have done is make more work for my self because I liked something in a store. And in fact I also own one other bedding set that is similar to this one and it to is in a box because it didn't look right.
Some how I have to find the courage to tell Ann that Yes I appreciate her wanting to help me but I do not want the room she has in her mind.