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Yep. I am sitting here surrounded by paper flowers, snacks and great friends. YES, I love my job.
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Ransacked Home! Part 2

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Last weekend I had the shocking realization that our home needed a week of love ( see previous post ).  Here's some progress we've made: Before:                                                             After! Cleaning takes time.  But this week I discovered that the actual job of organization goes quickly , once I have taken the time sit and think it through first. These problem areas of our home were like weeds - they kept coming back no matter how many times I "cleaned ."   So this time I did much more thinking, researching, and problem-solving before attacking the area.  Voila'!  I am very happy with the results! Now here's a close-up of my favorite features.  They are so   Fun! (I think EVERY laundry room should have them.) The Sock Toss!   Scott and the boys i...
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Playing with our adorable Stamp of the Month. I used torn paper strips inspired by winter sunsets. Wild about Love S1402 is adorable!

Who Ransacked Our House?!!!! (Oh... we did.)

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Sunday afternoon, lying on top of my nicely made bed, talking with my best friend, I realized something.  MY HOME IS A MESS! Wasn't it just last week that I walked around, surveyed the situation - and thought, "Wow, we are really on top of things and organized.  What a nice place to live!?"  Didn't I wake up every day, tidy and clean up after us ALL day long, even folding laundry late into the evening?   WHO RANSACKED THIS PLACE ???!!!!!    Sigh.  It was us.  Five of us, plus a sweet, crazy cat, and an adoring dog.  We live here.  The problem is, we are not robots.  We smell bad and need to take showers.  We eat and leave behind crumbs, dirty dishes, and compost.  We have creative ideas that turn into wonderful things .... and leave behind MESSES, that are anything-but-wonderful to put back into order.  Sigh.  No one broke in and ruined our nicely ordered home.  IT WAS US. A tear comes to my eye. ...