I bought a wooden letter sign for my desk.
It is simply the letters "ETC".
Ironically, it is almost completely buried under the [beautiful] mess I call my 'work area'.
My desk is tucked into the back corner of the living room.
I bought it for like $35 at a yard sale a while back.
It has lots of drawers. And doesn't match any other kind of wood in the living room.
So, it met my furniture criteria...and I bought it.
Also, it weighs like 700 lbs.
So, come storm or earthquake or flood...my desk will make it through:).
The mess kinda moves out from the epicenter.
Drifts in all directions until Phil has a nervous breakdown.
And asks if I could please clean it up a bit...
you know, find the kids and dogs under the papers and drawing pads.
And you won't believe the things I find in the rubble...
I lose my phone a lot in this part of the house.
I found my sparkly perfume here the other day.
And my earrings.
A monster high doll.
A diet coke can from 2006.
A baggie full of change.
And 402 Amy Tangerine daybooks.
The funny thing is, I work well in the mess...
It is 'organized confusion.' (crediting Phil for that little mantra)
I'm not sure if I could sum up my days in a better way:).
I'm an organized mess.
So, I embrace the mess, clutter, disaster area.
Until I actually have to rope it off with caution tape, I will just accept the fact that in creating,
messes are made...
but so are treasures.
What is the story of your desk/ work area??...
Messy? Tidy? Where is your desk?
Is it covered in 'creating' right now:)?