State of the Union

Well, maybe not the union; but the state of my house, as it were.... and I'm telling you, it "were" a nightmare! When I say that I'm disorganized, I think that anyone who does not know me well probably thinks that I'm talking about a stack of paper on my desk, or a pile of laundry or two in my laundry room. What I'm really talking about looks more like this:

 This awesome photo shows the view from my bed. Tres Romantique, no?

...and the floor, in more detail.

...and the view into the hall.

I could go on, really I could, but I'm already hyperventilating.  Now as a disclaimer, it's usually not quite this bad (no, really)... as I've told my kids when I watch their eyes widen in horror at the scene that unfolds before them, "I'm organizing. This kind of thing always looks worse before it gets better! What you're seeing now is the work in progress!"

Don't feel bad - they don't believe me, either.  At any rate, this whole "pull everything out and dump it on the floor so I can clean out the closets so they have a home" thing does, in fact work - as long as you finish the job. Unfortunately, in my case, I'm oh-so-easily distracted! So many crafts! So much Pinterest! So many home organization books to read, filled with so many amazing ideas I'll never actually get around to using! You get my drift. Anyway, these embarrassing photos are SUPPOSED to help me become accountable... in theory... in my deranged  mind...  because, in that mind, I'm going to quit goofing around on my computer and clean up this unholy barrage of crap, throw half of it away, and then take beautiful "after" pictures, so I can actually sleep in here tonight. 

"After" pictures to follow - I hope!!!

Heart of Darkness

Today is probably not the day to start blogging. Honestly, there's probably never a good day to start blogging when you're me; partly because I should be using this time to clean up my house, partly because I should be paying some bills or something, but mainly because of the fact that I will more-than-likely never keep up with this blog - because, you see, I'm an ADD crafter.

Before anyone gets all "judgy" on me, thinking I'm being cutesy with my use of the "ADD" part, I'm going to say that this isn't a self-diagnosis, it's a clinical one... the "crafter" part is all me, though. I got my Adult ADD diagnosis a little over a year ago, and I'll tell you, it was a bit of a game-changer for me! I have always been a "HUGE ideas, no follow-through", "so much POTENTIAL", "why did you score a 29 on your ACT test when you're pulling a C-average" kind of person.... and now, with half of a college degree, at least half a dozen career changes, one awesome husband and two adorable (though challenging) children later, I finally know why I'm not a natural "finisher".

Now, I don't mean to imply that the ADD thing is the root of all of my problems, but the fact remains that knowing that I may not be the colossal eff-up I've always considered myself to be, and that I've actually done an okay (not great, but okay) job keeping it together for all of these years in spite of my issues has made me feel more in-control of my life.

I'm also a crazy, completely obsessive crafter. I don't just call myself that because I've made my own curtains and scrapbooked a time or two (although I have, and I have to say that I'm just not into scrapbooking); I mean that if I see something I like, I must try to make it - no matter the mess, no matter the specialty materials required (I'm talking about you, glass beadmaking!), no matter the amount of dishes that remain unwashed, or vast mountains of un-laundered laundy,.... if it looks even remotely DIY-ish, I'm obsessed with it. 

It's my hope that if I can, at least, maintain this blog, I'll be able to keep on-task a bit better...theoretically... because I'll feel some sort of responsibility to report my daily (or weekly) minutiae to the anonymous denizens of Internetland. Who knows? One thing's for sure; I'm going to start with something embarassing....