The first picture that comes to mind is my catch-all stacks of stuff on my dining room table. Lists, projects, crumbs (or even dishes) from a meal or two, my purse, Walmart bags, books to be returned to the library,.... In fact my former husband used to say 'there might be a dead yak on that table!', when I would be looking for a certain piece of paper in one of the stacks.
Periodically, when I've had enough of looking for hours for something 'I know I saw somewhere', I tackle the whole mess and throw out, put away, and wipe off. I even enjoy it for a day or two, but it's not long till it's all back to normal.
I love being at Marlene's house, where everything is neat, in order, put away, lightly knick-knacked and according to the season, but I can't seem to do that for myself.
So, is it hypocritical to like neat and organized, yet live just the opposite? I don't know, but meanwhile, thanks to Marlene, I have the best of both worlds.
Scary, huh! But that's exactly the way it was when I thought to take this picture.
Sometimes the stacks are neater; often the pencil, with a good eraser, is used for a Sudoku puzzle, which might be under there somewhere..., and there's usually more Relief Society stuff.
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