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...

DECLUTTER! And yes it deserves capitals...in fact I'd write it on the sky via jet plane if I could. Not that I'm one of those secret hoarders that you hear about on the news once they are dead because  no one can walk into their house because of all the crap. I'm not that bad...it just feels that it's time. I will state I'm not a born neat freak, cleanaholic or even tidy person. I like clutter. Like bits and pieces around me...they inspire, they motivate, they help me create.  However when part of your bookcase looks like this... (and that was the tidy section) you know it's time to do something about it...bookcase, life, and all. I dream of having a work area looking like this.... with shelves looking like this.... Dream I repeat because it won't happen...not for me. However I'm intending to make this year the year of declutter- of removal- of taking away- of getting rid of---of throwing out. I've began in a small household way- out...