I have a system, I swear it-
This pile is clean, this pile is not.
And that magazine over there?
The National Enquirer?
Yes, that's a coffee stain on it,
I can't throw it out, I haven't read it yet.
Whats with all the tea cups?!
You never know when you'll need one,
Okay, I'll admit I just love them.
Those eyes glowing in the darkness
Beneath my bed?
Those are just the cats
prowling after dustbunnies-
I'm all for those animal rights.
YES, I let them sleep in my bed,
They curl around my feet
And keep my toes warm at night.
There's a piece of me in everything
Scattered here and there-
Paper, pencils, an easle in the corner.
Pictures and candles on my desk-
A tall gold framed mirror.
I've found Nirvana in my chaos-
It was here all along,
Hidden amongst a row of knick knacks.
Well, thank God. I read a piece recently with the word "clutter" in the title and it had absolutely nothing to do with clutter! And I thought I was going to find a kindred soul there, I was disappointed. Welcome fellow clutter lover! Only at home though; at work I am an organizational freak, go figure lol.
Ahhhh, a person after my own heart. Dear Old Don says "If ya don't use it in three months, throw it out." But it's Dear Old Don who screams the loudest, because he CAN'T FIND WHAT HE THREW OUT!!! (giggle).
flows with the emotion perfectly, and this, lol brings a smile to the
heart, good homor, insightful, well written and people can relate
can to your words, creative, expressive talent, peace, mike
Well, thank God. I read a piece recently with the word "clutter" in the title and it had absolutely nothing to do with clutter! And I thought I was going to find a kindred soul there, I was disappointed. Welcome fellow clutter lover! Only at home though; at work I am an organizational freak, go figure lol.