Desk and Journals - 2

Progress.
We love Progress.
We have made Progress.
 No, you can't tell that many sheets of paper or missing from the scrap paper drawer. Only evidence is a plastic bag of folded sheets AND one completed journal. Woo hoo. It's an ugly journal, but functional, and kind of cute in a 'Why did you stitch gold jump rings along the spine?" sort of way. The jump rings are FOR FUN. And to use them up. They are from twenty-plus years of making model horse tack. Yes, twenty- plus. And there are LOTS of little bits (literally) and things still around in nooks, crannies, and plastic containers. One container has been on my desk for nineteen years. It still holds tiny leather laced reins, waxed linen thread, needles, thimbles, and more miscellaneous stuff than I care to relate. But fewer gold jump rings than it held yesterday. Hooray!

Work in progress. I told you it was ugly. But the paper will hold words and sketches and that's what counts.

Here it is a bit more completed:

The two ribs are card stock trimmed from various cards. Couldn't throw those away. Can't use them all for tiny grocery lists. So they've been glued and stitched to be functional and decorative. Bland, yes, but we'll call it "Subtle." Later I plan to rubber stamp text on cover. It's not thrilling - but it's done. Yes, a small deed done. Junk Drawer Journal Number 1.

Progress has been made on cleaning/organizing desk, too. Yahoo! Escaped photos and some papers are back in their proper containers. Do not ask about the large Eye looking down. Our house has things in it that have no good answers. I still miss the small plastic Glinda the Good Witch standing atop a jar containing a small preserved scorpion. This sat on a kitchen shelf for some many years, but is gone now. Mysteries....

Two days ago I attacked the upper right-hand shelf. Small progress - but progress. Any clear space is lovely to see. And to dust. Found tiny journals that had only a few sentences. They were moved to bookcase journal section. Found art fair application forms from 2010. Recycling these, among lots of other paper bits. We will NOT be found dead under piles of tiny paper bits. At least not this year!

So, more baby steps.

And much more to do. (Should have turned the Yellow ducky around so it could have a quack with Frida Kahlo.) And, yes, I still have stray Brett Favre trinkets here and there. But now one can see wood and space and hope. And the possibility for tea.

Hmm. Tea. Yes, it's tea time again. No, the lovely rice-ware pot won't be put to use. A bag of herbal something will get plunked into a mug of micro-waved water. But friend, Karen, has sent some wonderful teas from New Zealand and that old pot from college days will soon be put to use. Might have to empty it of other mysterious contents first. Oh well. Just part of the price of this on-going Challenge.

Hoping yours is going well. Yes? No? Maybe? Back to it? Always, back to it. With frequent breaks for real life.

Fare-thee-well,
Sue