I was not born an orderly person. In fact, to be frank, I don't have an orderly bone in my body. Only in my illustration am I detail-oriented. So opening a home business has been a bit of an education for me.
I realized very quickly that organization of my home office (trust me, you do not want to see the "before" pictures) would be essential to my survival.
Chaos is my natural state, and I do not look at a room, or a stack, or a pile, and automatically see a way in which it might be put to rights.
Organizing my shipping supplies, art supplies, work files and workspace has been quite the challenge for my disorderly, impulse-driven mind.
But I have to say, now it's done, it feels awfully good. Is it funny to say that I am actually surprised at how much easier it makes everything?
And, as you can see from the Q's face, it's still a room that one can have fun in.
A room with a few surprises left in it.
A room where creativity can still take the bit in its teeth.
At least now, once I've re-wound all the twine, I know exactly where to put it so I can find it again when its services are required!
And though office supplies are still not always used as intended, the new purposes they find are often delightful.
Yes, this is my new inner sanctum. And really, it's much more user friendly.
The Q has given it her stamp (or footprint) of approval.
As has her bunny foofoo.
Dress by vdj (minus the twine).
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