Last night, Tim and I were invited to tag along to a barbecue. The hosts live in a lovely mid-century modern home…fantastic fireplaces, great windows, wonderful yard… all kinds of enviable features. But what really got me: Terri’s closet. It was beautifully organized. You could see everything. Her shoe shelves were gorgeous. Her hangers all matched.
My closet is a disaster. My office is a disaster. Basically, most of the second floor of our house is a disaster, and Tim has little part in that state of affairs. It’s all me. Sigh.
While you think seeing Terri’s lovely closet would inspire me to rip apart my own, it actually made me think about my office more. Because I think if I can manage my office better, I can create space that will help with the closet situation.
Too many books, clothes, and compacts combined with too little storage space really doesn’t bode well for creating an attractive, comfortable room. I know there are things I can do to improve this situation. I feel a serious book purge coming on. While I’ve gotten much better about getting rid of clothes recently, removing books from my house always feels like a sin. But really, I’m not going to go back and reread most of the titles on my shelves. So why keep them? And as much as I love the feel of a good book in my hand, I’m a sucker for the instant gratification–and hundreds of books without the clutter–I can get on my Kindle.
So, office purge. I’m feeling shivery, like I’m on the edge of something big.
Wish me the dedication to see this through. I’ll need it.