My freaking office is like the never ending saga of never ending sagas. It’s clean and perfect.. then it’s messed up beyond repair.. then it’s suddenly throwing up more laundry than John & Kate plus 8’s house ever did see.. and then it becomes Mimi’s secret bathroom spot… and then I  clean it again.. and mess it up. Ok. I’m feeling like you get the point.

I am freaking officially making it a point to not only clean the shit out of my office and organize it, but use some prime real estate wall that sits there untouched. Since we moved in the space 4+ years ago, I have wanted to cover it with framed art and photos.. pics of my Dad as a little baby boy… rando flea market art.. friends’ photography… I never did it.. and now I have more art and wall hanging paraphernalia than I know what to do with.

It’s time, my darlings.. It’s time to not only clean it and start using it, but to love it and organize it and make it work from the inside out. Last time I cleaned it, I literally shoved EVERYTHING in the closet and dresser. Ugh. big mistake! I was sitting in a clean office with access to NOTHING!

There NEEDS to be a cozy element for my doggie angels to sit and cozy up with me.. and there needs to be a wall of stuff. My desk has to be wide open, because I mess the shit out of my desk and then never have room for anything.. It just needs to be.

I encourage you to do the same.. find a space or place in your home that has been pleading for attention.. That weird drawer in the kitchen full of rubber bands, tampons and spatulas.. go get it, girl! … The night stand drawer.. actually. no.. don’t even go there..

Stay tuned.