I have been to Michael's. The place with glitter, glue, foam crafts, and 40% off boxes. And inconceivably long and slow lines. Or short and slow lines. But slow is the common denominator. But that is beside the point. That is... I may have a point, and slow service at the craft store is not my point.
I have been
While it was not my intention to shop, I did find myself in aforementioned store, and those 40% off boxes called me, like the sea calls the river... come, let us unite!
That really was pointless, meandering drivel.
OKay. The thing is I brought home five artsy, faux old timey luggage-like decorative storage boxes. I reasoned that those boxes are definitely better looking than my artsy piles and stashes, and because, when I grow up I want to be orderly, organized, balanced, gracious, tidy, and luminous. I have not lost hope. Against all evidence to the contrary, I still believe that someday I will be semi-neat, mostly-mature, kind of together, and maybe even loosely thematic. It's a lot to hope for, and probably not something that can come to pass by posting random absurdities to a blog.
Speaking of which... on my desk, a small sampling:
Las Vegas matchbook from 1996
two dead AA batteries
baby food jar of rubber bands
a broken seed pearl necklace
a new toothbrush
a thread strand from a Fez tassel
an empty Altoids tin
two yards of 3/4" elastic
a puzzle piece
another puzzle piece (gee, even I can see those should just be tossed!)
a stack of mail
a broken dental floss holder...
Let this not be in vain! Tell me there is hope for me yet! Admire, please, my sincerity, and bold determination! And please, please agree that bringing home 40% off artsy, faux old timey luggage-like decorative storage boxes is the key to my success. Please. Also, feel free to offer words of organizational/decorating wisdom. I am listening.