Things have been getting a bit out of hand lately. This month, especially, is causing extreme anxiety with all the things I have committed myself to. I didn’t mean to over-commit but sometimes things just happen when you aren’t looking---like when you are busy blogging or working on a sequel to your novel. Yep. I woke up to an avalanche of realization this morning and am currently in the midst of a little panic attack. (I kid you not, it’s actually getting a bit hard to breathe--but look! I’m still blogging!)
This is exactly why I spent the last two Saturdays working on my new organization station. I have been lusting after one of these for years, however, since the five of us (and the dog) live in 1,000 square feet of cozy cottage, I have never had room. Thanks to those magazines that get the covet going in my heart, my brain finally went into overdrive and came up with an idea. How about turning the coat closet into something more useful than a place to hang coats? (And the ironing board? And the broom? And the purses and VHS tapes we don’t watch anymore and the framed photos that have no wallspace etc etc etc?)
This photo was taken after I had removed most of the coats . . .just saying . . .
It’s California for pity sakes! How many coats does one family need? (I got rid of quite a few but the rest are still living on a chair in the living room as are the broom, dustpan and ironing board.) But look what I got instead!
Isn't the white board cool? It's a sheet that self adheres by Post-its. The frame is just because I'm annal.
The Spouse drilled a hole in the wall through which we passed the cord to the Middle Child's bedroom light socket. It looks pretty bad on her side but beauty knows no pain. The white baskets hold gloves, scarfs and my very important cowl and finger-less gloves I wear on marathon writing days, made for me by Shirley Marks, a good friend who also writes for Avalon Books.
The file box is awaiting the fulfillment of its role as a place to put all those darn papers that multiply like bunnies, such as permission slips, shot records, bills, invoices, pages torn from magazines to be later perused in a quest to further stoke the fires of coveteousnous . . .
The pretty box on the top shelf is one of my favorite things. I bought it for a song at a discount store because it looked like this:
I recovered it with the fabric from a dress it would take a deal with the devil to ever fit into again but now I get to look at its loveliness every single day! (I store gift bags and tissue paper in it).
The chair it is reposing on was a Christmas gift. It was a thrift store buy that I couldn't justify buying myself since I first spied it about four days before Christmas. It used to be 70's pressed wood brown with with dark blue corduroy fabric. It’s adorable now if I do say so myself (well, when it isn’t wearing all the extra coats from the closet). (The ironing board and iron, umbrellas, etc still are looking for a place to live, as well. Anyone renting out space?)
On another note . . . .
My progress on Miss D Two has been a bit slower the last two weeks. I only wrote 1700 words last week and 2500 yesterday but that is still pretty respectable. I keep wondering where in the world those freaking 4,000 word days have gone to but I’m keeping the light on for them. (If you are new here and think you might want to see what Miss D is all about, you can find Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind in one of 360 libraries around the U.S. If your library doesn’t have one, you can request that they buy it. Or, if you feel that you must have one for yourself, you can order it at Amazon.com or Barnesandnoble.com or even target.com! I’m sure they’ll be happy you stopped by (and maybe the constriction around my lungs will ease a little. But no pressure!)