Storytime

This is hard to say....very hard to say....but here goes..... my desk is a mess. There, it's said...in black and white...out there for others to know my shame. As you all know by now I am a list girl- and top of that list for the past umpteenth years has been DECLUTTER AND TIDY MY DESK. I do have visions of a desk area looking vaguely like this... Actually my desk could NEVER look anything like that- it's just not in my personality to be so minimal. But I aim to have at least a part of my desk visible under the piles of accumulated crap ...er I mean stuff. ...no I mean 'important' papers. I do clean up my desk area...occasionally. When the guilt becomes so thick that it strangles me...or when I can't find the computer. And it looks nice, for a day...two at the max...then somehow these tiny gremlins come out at night and ....heh presto...back to chaos. I will say now that this----points to picture above- is NOT my desk. However I feel that this i...

Well I wish it was. Unfortunately it is merely chaotic mess. My desk that is. For the past few years I have intended (notice intended) to de-clutter my life. To tidy, to organise, to create a space that oozes creativity. And parts, small parts of my life have been streamlined and organised. My earrings (and yes I have lots, collecting them for nearly 40 years does that) have been lovely and structured for years. Know exactly where to go for a colour or style...it works divinely. Back to my writing desk---my in tray (warning- there will be some un-tidy-ness) Hmmm nothing structured or defined is there? I'm trying to be very honest here- quite embarrassing really. Yes I'm not a neat freak---cleaning is not on my top ten favourite things to do. In fact it's probably about seventy three-just after taking out the garbage. But I understand it is a necessary act to accomplish. So I scrub and clean, vaccuum and sweep the house each week. Just that some parts ar...