Sketch Blog of the Day

y*mail

Yahoo!!! cause I'm so excited when I find out that Yahoo is now giving away 100 megs of space for mail. I guess in response to g-mail from Google. Which means way more space for me and goodness knows I can always use more space. My box went from 87 percent to 3 percent in no time flat!

Then I start thinking... that my e mail box is cluttered enough as it is. Old "howdies," nice notes-- I can't bear to destroy, notes I don't dare to destroy, and then there's the ever present mountain of junk I just don't have the patience to destroy.. day after day and it can get tedious. But I try. Catch me when I fall behind because this only compounds the problem..

Which gets me back to Yahoo.. and my new y*mail which is sure to compound my problems and now I'm thinking , for someone like me (and my clutter), maybe this isn't such a good thing after all.

Guess I'll be up all night trying to catch up by getting rid of as much junk as I can so I don't slide into a mountain of more .. junk. All's I can ask is why? Y?

Move!

Today I've got a mountain of clothes to move, cause they're blocking the creative route to my brain not to mention the inside door to my garage.. a place where I never go since there's a mountain of stuff in there too. A couple of months ago I tried to get rid of some stuff and I did but, I feel defeated since it doesn't seem like it, it doesn't look like it either. So I became discouraged again, but lately I've had enough-- so I need to purge. I've tried not to confront this issue for a couple of months now.. but alas, here I go again. And I'm thinking that all the clothes in the bags need to go or maybe I could cut some pieces.. mostly denim .. greens and blues.. and maybe I could make a cute patchwork hat..
Not!

Confused

Today I feel like a block head cause I never did get to post my snow pictures and guess what.. the snow is gone and it is seventy here again! Woo hoo! I was thinking maybe it didn't snow, and maybe I am crazy and maybe a bit confused. Confused too because I can't find my camera anywhere and I think clutter is starting to re-emerge, not that it ever went anywhere.. but at least it was organized... and I need to mail some bills but I can't find my stamps.. if I even have any stamps.. maybe I'm confused about that too. So if anyone sees a snow pic on this site here in May in the not too distant future, maybe it's because I'm trying to clear up a bit of confusion!

200 less Things

Today I'm starting a new project and I happily dub thee 200 less THINGs. And I'm ridding the four corners of my room, my house, my yard of 200 pieces of stuff formerly known as "I bought this cause I liked it---at the time---And its time has passed." And for the next ten weeks I will pass the time by de-cluttering until I am at negative 200. I will post an update Every Thursday listing what I was able to part with. ...10...20...30...40...and so on and so on and so on... And now I pass this on to you... And if you would like to join me, just leave a comment so we can minus the things in our space---together. Starting with this --year old (at least) -- tube of lotion with about two dollops of "I can't squeeze this out --So why am I keeping it?" cream ...... Here I go. Oh, and please join my cheerleading squad and help cheer me on!

o-n-e spells one t-w-o equals two and so on and so on and so on...

Coming Soon!

Talk about weighing a ton! My sketches do ... so I copied them to a cool new jump drive that I bought yesterday. And I'm sure my hard drive will thank me and my left brain for clearing out the clutter... Meanwhile my right brain has seized control... so more clutter will follow straight...Coming Soon to a screen near you!

Bad Stamp Day

Okay so today I'm having another bad stamp day! And this is so not funny... I'm beginning to feel like a madman---woman---troll. Now I know I saw those stamps --somewhere-- the other day and I wonder why I didn't immediately scoop them up -- stuff them in my desk drawer or slide them inside my purse. Sometimes I wish I could slide inside my purse. Hmmm... but it's way more cluttered in there... Anyway I'm not stopping until I find them. I just hope my room isn't ten times worse when I'm finished!
Like I'm supposed to know that!

Holes

Yesterday I was drawing in my sketchbook... between scanning the room-- for curious things to capture. Then like a compass, my eyes froze on my feet ...and there were my toes peeking through the holes in my socks. Of course I had to ask myself why. Why in the world am I sporting this wrangled pair? Then it hit me that I'm wearing these socks because they were the only pair I could round up. A sock here -- a sock there... but sorry no matches.

So I put two and two together and ( besides equaling a pair of really ratty socks) I realized that right on my feet I was wearing a symbol of one of my major issues ---clutter. That malady that I just can't seem to cure.

Cure? I can begin by ridding myself of useless things, then there'll be a lot less things around. (How many times have I uttered that one?) Further, I will put all my socks in the sock drawer... then perhaps I can find a decent pair of socks when I need them... (Now perhaps if I had a sock drawer...)

In the grand scheme of things I guess it doesn't really matter. After all, no one knows what goes on under the skin of my shoe. And now that you know, it can just be our little secret. But back in my own little world, it is a white flag signaling that I have once again surrendered to my realm of cluttered spaces.

So hey, isn't it so obvious that it's way past time to sew up--- this hole?

Stamping Mad!

Caution! You are about to enter the "me--me--me" Zone.

D*mn stamps! Where are they-- when I need them?

I just bought a sheet of stamps the other day AND of course right as I was about to mail some slow moving bills, (I'm talking turtle here) my stamps were playing a naughty little game of hide and seek.

Better chances are, they were lost somewhere in my little forest of clutter...And couldn't find their way back home.

So--after shelling out thirty-seven cents times four-- for more, a brilliant little idea popped into that pretty little head of mine (or is that pretty cluttered head of mine?)

...Anyway back to my brilliant idea... That's right--You guessed it-- Put me on my own line of stamps! ... me--me--me... Why, if only the Postal Service plastered my mug on a stamp-- I know I'd never loose it...Who knows, I might even start a collection!

me--me--me!

Good Riddance

My first day of a new year and who would have thought I'd spend all my time cleaning. But I'm serious about making some changes and the clutter is the first to go! If you're cluttering my world...LOOK OUT..cause I'm hunting you down. And then guess what? You're outta here.

De-Clutter

I've declared today a de-clutter day. And at the rate I'm going, I'm in need of at least two or three a week just to catch up.

But before I discuss my plan to de-clutter, let me say a couple words about it's evil twin ... clutter! Hate it! Hoarded by it. Have way too much of it! I even have the nerve to wonder where it all comes from.

Okay...now...de-clutter...the stuff that dreams are made of.. and after surveying the roomscape I wonder if I can ever rid myself of it all. And if and when I do, how will I ever keep it from coming back? Into my life, and onto my shelves, and under my desk.

My clutter is atypical. Hoards of fingernail polish, every shade of metallic you can imagine. Various versions of classical music. Like the first Mozart isn't real enough...Please! Paper and plastic cups -- cause I like the packaging. Then there's books, magazines ... more magazines. Paper here, paper there, paper, paper everywhere. Same old song.

I've subconsciously constructed some de-clutter zones where I've left a space or two of simplicity. But lately even a glimpse of order is hard to find.

Maybe cluttering has something to do with my obsessions. But I don't want to think that hard.

And I don't know what to sketch with this one. Should I ...the cups, or the papers, and did I mention the clothes?

Hmmmm. What should I sketch? I don't know. I'm still thinking.