The husband and I have a small place; just over 1,000 square feet, but we love it. Often times, I’m trying to figure out where to put things and normally I find hidden crevices in our cabinets. But most often, I find spots under our bed or in our already cluttered closets. Recently, I noticed that when I work, I spread out and this is when the piles grow as tall as Jack’s beanstalk. Okay, not quite so tall, but tall enough for me. What’s a Chicago gal to do? Move and find a bigger place? Only in the land of make believe my friends.
This brings me to the Writer’s Crusade. In our last post we were supposed to reveal a lie, which I most certainly forgot to do. So here it is – yes folks, I have clutter, piles of clutter. *Hides in shame.* Look, it’s not like I’m messy. There is a difference. My piles are organized. I know exactly what’s in them. I just haven’t gotten around to them okay. :S I’ll get around to them eventually. Sheesh. You’re starting to sound like my mother.
In any case, I wanted to bring you some images. Enjoy!
And with that, I have to get back to my writing.
Good luck with yours my friends!
