Workdesk Wedneday #142--My Big Dirty "Secret"

Last night I kept pestering the cat to go make a card for me and take some pictures of my desk.  The cat, in true cat form, didn't even twitch an ear.  My husband though, must have gotten tired of hearing me as he went and photographed the desk:

He did not, however, make me a card.  What he did do though, is after I told him that I had done something to the camera to make the photos really HUGE file size-wise, is sit around and fiddle with the camera to figure out how to make the pictures normal sized again.  In the process he snapped this photo, which really shows my true crafting colors:

That, my friends, is my living room.  The lower right hand corner shows a cart with a basket of ribbon on it.  My desk is right next to that.  If I were sitting at my desk I would be facing you, the picture taker.  If you, the picture taker kept stepping to your right alongside the back of my desk you would reach our front door.  Yep, when you come into my house, this is what you see.  I always tell people, "If the mess bothers you, feel free to pick it up."  I've had no takers.  It is extra disastrous with stuff heaped on that gold chair, the table, my stool, and the little cart next to it.  Those don't usually exist, or if they show up I pick them up fairly soon after.  But not only have I had no crafting mojo, I have no cleaning mojo.  I just found out I have a sinus infection, so that might explain my lack of will to live. 

Anyway....the heaps on the fireplace hearth.... they've been there for a long time (great insulation, btw).  To the left of fireplace you see a stack of plastic containers filled with paper.  That is my mythical 8-foot stack of paper.  Truly, it is only 4-feet there, but I can pile up a second one with ease.  To the left of the 8-foot stack is the hamster cage on a table with magazines and Club Scrap boxes underneath.  You can see my rolly traveling craft cart, next to that a cat tent that they often fight over.  The gold chair has 2 Club Scrap boxes (one empty), a bag of goodies from Joann's, and a box with my Valentine's presents.  The table has my Cuttlebug, newer Big Shot, the paper cutter, and an assortment of papers, stamps, and assorting crafting crud.  The bookshelf behind it is filled with books with crafting stuff in front of it.  You can see stacks of punches, big lever punches, jars of paper flowers, a basket of more paper flowers and random stuff, and a box of envelopes.  The next bookshelf over is filled with Iris 3-drawer bins.  All the upper bins have stamps, one of the lower bins also has 12x12 paper.  At one point in my life, I would rotate my frequently used stamps into these bins.  I have a closet with the tall Iris carts in them full of stamps too, and the not so frequently used stamps were in there.  I don't bother with that anymore.  Between that black bookshelf and the smaller cart (with the red piece of paper on top) is a pile of Club Scrap boxes filled with craft stuff and several plastic snap together bins of embellishments.  Never fear, there is enough room to walk there and to scoop the 2 covered cat litter boxes in the corner (you can see one in the photo, the other one is right next to it).  That wall you see is 23-feet long, so you can get a feel for the size of the room (23x20).  The ceiling is 10-feet high, hence the heater as one of the walls is almost all windows.  Our house stays chilled which is awesome in the summer when it is 100+ degrees, not so happy in the winter.



So that is my dirty little secret, which never really was a secret, but I just never thought to show it off in all its glory before.  My mom says it is a sign of an illness. 

Here is the card I made because the cat refused to.  It could almost qualify for a snippets card because it was made mostly from things I had lying around. 

The Fine Print: Stamp by DeNami Design, papers by unknown (by not DCWV), border punch by Stampin' Up, florish die cut by Quick Cuts.