*looks around her own space* oh not very inspiring.
you guys have nice spaces. I've always kept all my best stuff in my head, so what clutters my desk (and bed and any other marginally flat surface that might hold clutter in some form or another) is what ever I set down and havnt picked back up yet.
Knitting, crochet, laundry, hair ties, dishes, less perishable eatables, notes scribbled away from comp, empty wrappers on their way to the trash or recycle, a decortive cadge with pens and pencils, a decorated tin can stuffed with colored pencils and the remains of my gel pens, chapstick, headphones, mini SD card adaptors, dice aparently, letters I've recieved, letters I mean to send (one of these days), my stamps are here somewhere I"m sure of it, a number of origami flowers in various stages of creation, a jar of change that still smells of lavender, pictute of my son who fell asleep on me waiting to be checked into our hotell at disneyland 8yrs ago and all the flowers he has ever given me, paper for folding, a printer, some figurenes, speakers (I know i put them here somewhere and can hear them so they must still be there) the skirt my brother bought for me when he was in south africa along with the beginings of my chopstick collection, and the colidiscope My Love gave me the my first birthday we were together, I think that music box still works, some forigen currancy i keep forgetting i have, music, a couple of vases, pharmacy flash cards I spent too much money on and never used...
and that's just my comp desk.
the comp sits half gutted next to it. semi guarding one of my bookshelves. the real one. the rest of my book shelves are paper boxes I've brought home from work and used for shelving when I"m not moving and storage when I am. On the tower I have some books some sketches, some patterns, my mic screen and some dvd's. I leave the side of it open so I can connect and disconnect one of the fans that runs loudly and so that i can more easily remember to vacuum the dust out of it.
I bought a screen some time ago that pretends to bisect my room. or at least shield my bed from being completely visible from the doorway. The room next to mine was created by bisecting the family room with some drywall and unscrewing the light bulbs. so my room was built with the closet projecting out into the room instead of being set into the wall.
this makes for a nice niche i have used for lots of different things over the years (rearranging my room is good for me. and not just because it makes me clean it) currently it holds my half started tree's some packed and unpacked boxes the Gold Chest that is my inheritance from my grandfather (someday the gold lion that goes with him will be mine as well, but not yet) my dresser (which i bought to go in the kitchen that one time i had a kitchen and now is mostly just for socks and craft supplies) and all the thing on my gold chest that ought to be put way so that I can meditate.
Probably wont be posting picts
I live best in a balance between clean and clutter. Too clean and it my space feels sterile and void of life, too cluttery and I cant find what I"m looking for. I like to be somewhere in the middle and call it "comfortably lived in"
