This included, over the last few weeks, renewing my passport, scrubbing my apartment for 6 1/2 straight hours and studying for my DMV test so I can finally get an Illinois license. It also means that every day I’m attacking a new area of my apartment, cleaning out drawers and closets like a madwoman, rummaging through old files and basically getting rid of anything I absolutely, positive do not need in this lifetime.
It feels pretty good, I have to say. Especially shaking off the inherited pack-rat traits I’ve inherited from my mother, the ones that dictate that I need to save every single card a person has given or sent me since 1998. Although it’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. Although I filled about four trash bags for the recycle bin, I just couldn’t part with my friends’ old business cards. They’ve turned out to serve as a telling road map of our early twenties.
A few of my favorite things and inspirations, the ones that make my organized soul sing.
How many journals do you have? As a writer, I have roughly a GAZILLION. It’s the go-to gift if you’re a writer and I have the empty volumes to prove it. Now at least I can keep them in this precious tote from Ekohdesign on Etsy and swoon over them instead of cursing the fact that I am just not cut out for journal-writing. (And if you know a writer and are wondering what to get them, look up their address and find a fun neighborhood bookstore and get them a gift certificate. So much better, trust me.)
If I am ever on Inside the Actors Studio and James Lipton asks me what turns me on, I’m going to hand him a photo of this, courtesy of Orangebloom. I’m not kidding. I’ll follow up with, “My favorite word is ‘collate” and that when I arrive at the pearly gates, God will say, “Welcome, my child, to heaven.” And it’ll turn out heaven is The Container Store and I’ll dance around ala Homer in the land of chocolate.
Tea Time! A place for everything and everything in its place. Decorology nails it (and oh, yeah, so do you Martha Stewart. Whoever you are.)
Love the colors of this room, love the function, love, love, love you, Lorajean.
I pretty much NEED Real Simple now. I’ll have to break it to my other 8 magazine subscriptions that we’ll be adding to our family soon. We’re like the Jolie-Pitts over here.