I'm horrible at taking pictures with my iPhone. In my defense it is an older iPhone, but it really shouldn't be that difficult for me. But I do love instagram, even though I haven't figured it all out yet. I've reached that age where my kids will be peering over my shoulder giving me tips on all things internet related. It's sad. I used to think I was savvy. So this week I cleaned out my studio. It was a disaster, and because it's in the front of the house it had become a dumping ground for just about everything.
So I pulled nearly everything out of all of the various nooks and crannies and eventually ended up with a quite tidy office/studio space that looks like this:
And the other half of it looks like this:
I got rid of the crazy multi-colored bins that I had inherited from the boys who had outgrown them. And I kept just the turquoise and red ones. I think when push comes to shove I will work on getting all neutral wooden and wicker baskets for those storage units. And I think that I will be buying some pretty sheers for the window. But other than that, I'm stumped. I *finally* have a space of my own - a space that is just mine and I'm a total loss as to what to do with it.
It's days like this I wish I was rich enough to afford an interior design. Oh and in case you were wondering, it's 3 days later and the office is still exactly that clean. Go me.