Wanna see my private, personal ROOM OF SHAME?
Yeah, you know you do. We all love that feeling of “Holy CRAP, that person’s a PIG” satisfaction.
Okay, here we go. Presenting: my desk, aka Where the “Magic” Happens.
OK, no. But I had you going there for a bit? Right…? Hello?
Oh, FINE. Here’s my desk.
I can’t even begin to explain what’s going on. People, I found MONEY in there.
So I pulled up my big girl pants and did what needed to be done. I went to IKEA!!
And here’s what happened.
I moved my computer closer to the printer. You know, so I wouldn’t have to keep knocking over shit just to plug it in. In fact, maybe now it can stay plugged in ALL THE TIME. What a concept.
I also have a designated craft space.
With cat bed underneath, of course. Also, it should go without saying that the upper shelf there is not at all anchored to anything. Because I am both lazy AND impatient, a lethal combination. I also now have a lot of blank wall to deal with…
There it is. And it’s much better. In fact, I’ve written this WHOLE post without messing it up, even a little bit.
Fred gives it 48 hours. And I think he’s being generous.