My friends. I’ve wandered into a dark back alley of the Internet, and I can’t quite break my addiction. It was a slow slide. A random link, a pop-up add, an “I’ll just take a little peek” click of the trackpad.
As part of the Year of Getting My S*** together, I wanted some inspiration for getting organized. So I searched “organization tips.” Oh. My. God.
No, I’m not wasting time looking Pinterest. I am GETTING ORGANIZED. I can QUIT ANY TIME I WANT.
No. I can’t. Because I have been sucked into the seedy underbelly of the blogosphere. I had discovered the world of Organizing Bloggers.
Not like a blogger’s union or anything like that. Blogs about getting organized.
And sometimes cooking.
But look at this. LOOK! My stuff could look like this!!
My desk could look like this!
Okay, obviously not. My talent lies in translating my vision into words, a virtual world. Putting it into the three dimensions of the physical world is a different thing. I can tell you that my dream cottage looks like Laura Ashley and Anthropologie had a baby, but I will stand in front of the paint chips at Home Depot all day long unable to decide whether Ice Lilac or Violet Whisper will match the image I have in mind.
On the other hand, I can knit really beautiful things (if I say so myself) as long as I have a pattern and some practice. So when I look at what miracle someone has pulled off with an IKEA shelf, a drill, and some duct tape, I’m like… I have a drill, duct tape, and an IKEA catalogue.*
That’s the idea. The problem is, it’s much easier to pin pictures to show the home decorating fairy when she shows up.**
Here’s a few more recommendations, so you can know my full shame:
For recipes that aren’t the same ol’ thing I love The Other Side of the Tortilla.
For getting things clean…or aspiring to get them this clean, there’s Clean Mama.
And finally THIS PINTEREST BOARD is the hub of wonderful organized things.
One minute I was roaming free, a lone wolf, and the next I’m reading about Ikea Hacks. How did I become a den
I might as well give into it. At least I’ll get to cill in my newly redecorated bedroom. Ha ha, not really.
*I am Rosemary’s frustrated need for order in a world she can’t control.
** Inertia is a bitch. (And if any of you have struggled with depression, you know that change means not just inertia working against you, but also the gravity well of your couch and blankie.)