I had a cute little story to tell you involving Riely and also had some pages to share, but the last 48 hours of my life have been consumed by the ever-growing entity I shall only refer to as the Garage Sale Monster. You remember last weekend when I spent all that time going through our house, room by room, to find crap (er, I mean LOVELY TREASURES!) for our community garage sale? Well the only room I omitted was my office. Which, though it's footprint is small, holds more than any other space in the house. (Due in large part to my scrap supplies, which seem to multiply like rabbits every night.) I've been putting off the project of organizing the whole mess, because, well, there's just other stuff I'd rather do. Like pull off my toenails with pliers or listen to a Rush Limbaugh show. There was also the hope that maybe, just maybe, if I ignored the problem, it might go away on its own. Hope springs eternal, no?
Well, no more. I just spent the last two days going through every nook and cranny in my office, ruthlessly sorting, organizing, and most importantly, PURGING things I will never use, don't like, or is just plain old. (Can you say Paperkins, people?) I priced it all to sell, and if it does, I will probably have enough to buy a Route 44 Limeade during Happy Hour at Sonic. But heck, it's not about the money. It's about having a clean, organized work space that would make Martha Stewart beam with pride. Can I get an AMEN?!
I'll leave you with a few cards I made a while back. Think of me today as I spent my time in the driveway hawking my wares. It's almost 6 a.m. - I expect the bargain hunters to be knocking on my door any minute. :)
