I have a loft-office in my house. I love it because it’s beautiful and full of light. Up until recently it was also full of crap – sad but true. In a burst of spring cleaning fervor, I de-cluttered the space and began organizing my many unnecessary possessions.
One perpetual source of clutter is my collection of art-ing and crafting supplies. So I commandeered one of my husband’s unused bookshelves (thanks, husband! and also why do you hate books, husband?) and turned it into a ‘making shelf.’ I like to call it ‘making’ instead of ‘crafting’ because it makes me sound less like a frumpy quilter and more like a with-it-cool-person.
Maybe not, though.
My rule was: if it doesn’t fit in the shelf, it doesn’t fit in my life. Pithy.
Isn’t it cheery, though?