Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Monkey on My Back
This room is driving me insane! Insane I tell you.
I stay up nights worrying about it. It's an important room -- it's where I do all my work. Only I avoid going in there at all costs because it's such a disaster. Seriously, you have to climb over mounds of stuff just to get to the desk. I can't even sit in my chair because it's covered with piles of scrapbook paper, which is kind of funny because I don't scrapbook.
Every time someone comes over to buy jewelry, I trip my way into the room making apologies as I go "Sorry about this, I've been crazy busy" I say. I always get a kind response, but I know what you are thinking ..... you are thinking "This place could be on the HGTV show Hoarders." It really is that bad.
I know it, and I know you know it too my friends.
Sorry, it's the monkey on my back, and I'm having a hard time getting rid of it.
Last week during my nocturnal spree, I worked on the monkey, all the while thinking "I wish someone would send a letter in to HGTV and get a professional organizer over here to re-do this room. It might be worth the embarrassment to get some shelves and a desk with drawers to store my hoard of beads. There's only one hitch -- I would have to talk someone into being my "stand-in/stunt woman", because they say television adds 20 pounds, and I can't afford that, if you know what I mean.
I have to say, I made some headway last week. I can walk across the floor now without tripping over boxes. And I can sit in my chair. I moved the paper stack to another corner where it is awaiting a cute storage box that I'm going to buy at Walmart one of these days. I'm feeling pretty hopeful.
This week, I'm going to tackle the work table.
Wish me luck. I really want this monkey gone by Halloween, 2010. (Notice I put the year in there, just so you know I mean business. Monkey business.)