Monday, December 12, 2011
So, what do you do when you've been on a small posting hiatus, and you've made a fairly depressing post that alludes to the troubling week you've just had? Is it possible to just...bypass it and continue on like it's nothing, and all's better so we just hop-skip-jump right back into regular posting*?
One of my favourite bloggers, Laura Marie, made a post about her desk last week and how she thinks you can tell a lot about a person by what is kept (and isn't kept) on it - an opinion of which I am entirely in agreement.
But then I started to think about mine.
I debated long and hard about actually posting this photo, or trying to sort it before, but I figured...that'd be lying. And part of the reason it's not clean in the first place is because I lack the space to really organize it all. And so, I present to you: my desk. Forgive me, and judge me not (or if you do, do so as little possible. kthx).
Trust me when I say I'm ashamed of my space. I obviously don't do any of my work on my desk (all happens on my living room couch or propped in my bed), and seriously, the thought of my desk actually kills me. I'm an incredibly organized person normally, as anyone who knows me in real life can attest, but it started with a few books that I couldn't fit in my bookcase and just...exploded from there.
A few notes on my desk:
*Yes, that is indeed 3 stacks of books piled there. There is not a lick of space on my bookshelf that can fit them.
*The sock isn't really a sock - it is, but it's actually the (clean!) sock I use for the sock bun hair curling.
*The black bundle are a (clean!) pair of leg warmers.
*Tell me if you spot the Toy Story 3-related item! It's quite obscure, so you'll get extra snaps if so.
*Several unfinished crafts are among the piles, including but not limited to: Christmas triptych art canvases, a stamping project, wood letter canvas paint thing, a knitting project somewhere, scrapbooking, and a character naming thing (which isn't quite crafty, but still creative).
*That printer? Totally doesn't work.
*I've counted, and there are a total 9 notebooks somewhere in that desk.
*The red snowflake thing is an Ulta bag, snagged the Essie LuxEffects - Shine of the Times flaky polish! It'll make an appearance somewhere close to New Years.
Seriously. So messy.
I hate that my desk could really display who I am. Because on one hand, totally true: I read and write and craft to the point of excess. But then...I swear I'm not that messy. I swear. And what you don't see is the massive amount of magazines I have, because there are too many to keep on my desk (they're stacked on the floor beside my bed): I subscribe to Glamour, Esquire and GQ, and I swear I buy Cosmo, San Diego, and Sunset to the point where I should subscribe. I literally have 50+ mags somewhere in my room, none of which are represented on my desk.
In conclusion of this rambling mess, I totally think a desk describes the person, but at the same time...I almost hope it doesn't.
What's your desk look like? Is it a proper reflection of you?
*Ok, that was a bad intro to bypass all the Down days I had in a very quick succession, but I promise I'll talk about it later. Sometime.