Piles! Stacks! As I type this at our dining table aka my desk...a pile of 4 unread FTs; another pile with last weekend's FT, a stack of magazines and assorted paper. Then there's the pile on a dining chair (which I have to move for friends' arrival for dinner tomorrow.) We work and live in a one bedroom apartment, so it is a daily/hourly battle to keep things tidy and uncluttered. My generous husband calls this the sign of a creative soul...
This has me looking anew at what's arrayed around my desk and what's idling on my nightstand, and questioning both what these items say about me and how I might use these spaces to remind myself who I am. That's a gift I've gotten from reading this.
I'm with Caitlin - piles and stacks rule my home, too. And it's not just the paper, which is made for being stacked, that travels in upward directions within the walls of my home. I have stacks of laundry (clean, dirty and 'I can wear it once more before it starts to smell'), stacks of take-out condiments (which are easier to stack since coming in dippable cups rather than foil packs) and stacks of toys (towers of pop-its, fidgets and puzzles form the boundaries of my 9 year old's Kingdom of Play, located on the better half of my living room floor). When you have a small space to share with several not-small people, you don't spread out. You rise up!
Don't even ASK about the drawers...of which I have 3 for..paper. Mostly it's my hopelessly ambitious set of concurrent and future projects and reading (books/magazines/newspapers). But I prefer to be a bit messy and well-read than hyper-tidy and booooorring.
Piles! Stacks! As I type this at our dining table aka my desk...a pile of 4 unread FTs; another pile with last weekend's FT, a stack of magazines and assorted paper. Then there's the pile on a dining chair (which I have to move for friends' arrival for dinner tomorrow.) We work and live in a one bedroom apartment, so it is a daily/hourly battle to keep things tidy and uncluttered. My generous husband calls this the sign of a creative soul...
This has me looking anew at what's arrayed around my desk and what's idling on my nightstand, and questioning both what these items say about me and how I might use these spaces to remind myself who I am. That's a gift I've gotten from reading this.
I'm with Caitlin - piles and stacks rule my home, too. And it's not just the paper, which is made for being stacked, that travels in upward directions within the walls of my home. I have stacks of laundry (clean, dirty and 'I can wear it once more before it starts to smell'), stacks of take-out condiments (which are easier to stack since coming in dippable cups rather than foil packs) and stacks of toys (towers of pop-its, fidgets and puzzles form the boundaries of my 9 year old's Kingdom of Play, located on the better half of my living room floor). When you have a small space to share with several not-small people, you don't spread out. You rise up!
Don't even ASK about the drawers...of which I have 3 for..paper. Mostly it's my hopelessly ambitious set of concurrent and future projects and reading (books/magazines/newspapers). But I prefer to be a bit messy and well-read than hyper-tidy and booooorring.