Those boxes on the right are all Christmas things, so they won’t stay there. The dogs are usually cluttered like that, nothing I can do about them. Oh, this felt good to do. I worked for HOURS in my room and still didn’t get everything done. It isn’t even that evident in these pictures, but my room had gotten out of control. I maintain a pretty tight rein on the rest of the house (Lala, of course, has her room to mess up just like I do mine), and it’s usually pretty neat and clean, but my room was filling up with clothing and yarn piled up on the floor, papers piled in leaning stacks…..
You can see in the top photo above the printer my horizontal filing system. I have a method that works for me — I stack all completed paperwork and get around to filing it maybe once or twice a year. In the meantime, the pile leans and pushes against the sock yarn basket, making skeins jump behind that bookcase, which I hate, because it’s always the skein I need next.
Instead of simply filing that pile and starting over, I went to Ikea and bought pretty paper boxes to maintain my system. Isn’t that kind of sick?
I didn’t touch the yarn, though. I was recovering from being sick. I’m not crazy. That’s a big commitment, one I’m not sure I’m yet ready for.
Other exciting news: In addition to having gained two pounds since her spaying, Miss Idaho, now eight little plump pounds of spazzy love, can almost not fit in my yarn bag. It amused me to make Lala hold it on the sidewalk:
OOOH! I forgot — I also got the organizing bug for the front sunporch. It’s been a completely unutilized room in our house — a dumping zone for boxes and things we didn’t know what to do with, a broken toilet tank lid (now that I think about it, why the hell didn’t I just throw that out?), a rope swing still in the box, a tent, boxes of papers and books to recycle, boxes that need to be kept but had no other home. It was ugly and I hadn’t ever gotten to the point where I could completely go blind to it, and it was visible from the living room through the inside window (which I love), making it that much worse. So I took a bunch of junk out, covered the stuff I can’t move yet with pretty fabric and set up a writing spot.
The chair will eventually be replaced with a comfy armchair from the thrift store or Craigslist, but I haven’t reached that point yet. Soon.
This room now makes me happy. That’s so cool. I love home.
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