Anyone who has been to my house will have been given "the tour" the first time they are over. And anyone who has been over knows that my office is a no entry zone. I don't mean that people shouldn't go into it (although, to be honest, that is also true) but that you can't actually get through the door and into it. This is because of two major factors: 1) My office became the dumping ground of pet prohibited items when we first moved in because I didn't want the dogs in my space and this then became the habit for most anything we wanted to put out of sight and 2) in August my mother sent a giant truck load of things to me from Seattle. The basis of the truck delivery was that I have a big house (4 bedrooms and 2 baths for only 2 people) and I knew how to use ebay so I could sell some of the stuff from my childhood etc that my mother didn't want taking up space in her storage locker anymore. The concept was great, I would get to pick all the things I wanted to keep and I would get to keep the money from the sales on ebay.. in reality, this is what happened: the economy tanked and took with it high bids on things of ebay. I am not interested in selling childhood items for substantially less than they are worth just to get them out of the office - that is what my attic is for dammit! On top of ebay sales dropping I also lost my job due to the spiraling economy and the resulting depression has left me mostly immobilized at the concept of going through boxed that may hold items that will make me cry. I can't come across any more letters from my Nana or cards from friends who passed away in HS or college. I just can't take it right now. So, the boxes have sat and sat and the door stays closed and I have set up base camp in the living room. My husband really hates this. In a lot of ways I find it very convenient, the best tv is in the living room along with the stereo plus, it is close to the kitchen and I am able to keep an eye on the dogs without having them directly in my personal space. However, I am prone to setting up a bit of a defending wall around me while I work - it in't intentional (at least not consciously) but it is how things end up working out. Anyway, long story shortened a bit here... The hubble is now planning on getting my office set up for me as a gift for me (read: so he can play with his PS3 without feeling guilty). This makes me happy but I am a bit nervous about what he will do with my stuff. We have already had the "what looks like junk to you isn't necessarily junk to me" talk and he has agreed to not throw things away without talking to me and letting me know where he puts all the stuff he takes out the of office....
My crafty projects: I have been crocheting and knitting like mad lately. I've had to make blankets for best man from our wedding, his pregnant girl friend and for their baby (done!YAY!) I'll try to post pictures of things as I finish them. In the meantime, I took this picture yesterday of the giant pile of yarn that had built up on the couch. I am proud of myself though, today that pile is gone as I emptied out a basket that I had full of really cut up magazines and replaced it with balls of yarn.
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