As I get older, I have discovered a few things about myself. When I get sort of irritable, there is a definite reason for it and although this seems obvious to most, I now make a purpose of trying to figure out what the irritant is and then fixing it. The latter - the fixing it - is something I never really bothered to do when I was "younger" because usually the irritant just went away. Now that I live with my boyfriend and two cats, I have three entities that are always in my immediate vicinity and we occupy a one bedroom in Manhattan. I feel like that is enough said, but if you need any more clarification, 'it be cramped, yo'.
|(Little Socks in the corner is wondering where her favorite fireside chair went. In the living room, Socks!)|
As you can see, it's a bit cramped overall - all my weaving yarn was shoved into a couple shelves on the bookcase. And can you see the two bins under my desk? Those are full of fabric and other stuff. For me, out of sight is out of mind and I won't use it because I won't remember I have it. Not to mention it's hard to even use my laptop considering there's no where to put my legs! So in my ridiculous efforts to organize and rearrange, I decided to do a little IKEA hunting and came up with this configuration:
|(I love that Fiona is trying to figure out the best place to rest her bum on the bed.)|