Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Where The Sea Meets

Cardiff Reef

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.

Never mind.

I have been excavating cleaning the room we call my "office." It's one of those spaces that is meant to do and hold everything, serve all, be all. It's the place that sees almost as much action as the kitchen, but is easier to neglect. It's too small for its purpose. It's a mess hardworking space. Like a river meeting the sea, it endures tides and flow, storm and confluence. That is either a poetic and tidy connection between my messy office and this image of a river entering the ocean, or pointless meandering and dallying. I am no judge.

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!

Just kidding.

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
embroidery scissors
paper clip
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.


Anonymous said...

wisdom - wrong person... blind leading the blind.

but delete matchbook, empty containers and broken items and sort in to piles - give, keep, trash... biggest part coming...

then do it - give, keep and trash as marked.


Jenn in California

Alison said...

Instead of storage boxes, make use of the trash/Goodwill can. If you don't have a specific use for something, and haven't used it by now, you probably won't. And if someday you really, really need it, you will find a replacement. But mostly, let yourself get into the mood, and then you'll actually enjoy getting rid of things!

Natalie, the Chickenblogger said...

Well, you are supportive and there's a kindness and wisdom there, so thank you!

Natalie, the Chickenblogger said...

I am in the groove and in the mood: stuff is moving OUT!
Thank you, Alison.

judy in ky said...

I love empty Altoids tins... I keep small things like paper clips, push pins and stray buttons in them. Michaels is slow here too, by the way!

The REAL Housewife of Snohomish County said...

I'm very much a sentimental person and I would honestly keep every scrap of paper or thing that I think has some meaning. My husband keeps me grounded though. And my mantra has become..."If I get rid of this...I get to get another thing to put in it's place!" That is what keeps me going. That and the fact that I have many drawers and hiding places to squirrel things away! ;-)