a simpler sound.

Meet my desk. [before and after]


My desk is too big for my own good [even though it's such a lovely green, I like to refer to it as the HULK]. If I don't keep it completely organized, it falls into utter chaos [it's like I'm bi-polar: half the time I'm OCD and aligning my writing implements just-so, the other half I'm a complete slob, wondering if the clothes piled on my chair are clean or dirty- it really depends on what day of the week you catch me, and if laundry day has recently passed]. 

It quickly becomes a dumping ground for clothes, receipts, post-it notes, to do lists, and so on. Here is the after: simplified and organized.  There's a combination of essentials and decorative pieces, which I really like [I mean, not everything has to have a function-sometimes things are just pretty]. Think minimalist with a bit of flair.



Some of my favorite things: my two dalmatians [I've had the pair since I was a kid and I've always adored them], my favorite pendant [I got it in San Francisco a few years back because it looks just like my dog Kona], my lucky die [have I ever mentioned how irritating I find the singular form of dice?] and my name [well, nickname].  These sit on an agate, back from my rock collecting days.





I keep the bare essentials in my writing utensil holder: two pairs of scissors [hand forged in India by a tailor- they've got a great story attached to them, and happen to be the best scissors I've ever used, which says a lot coming from a lefty], two pencils [old school style only], blue pen, black pen, black sharpie and a star letter opener [someone must have given this to me as a gift, since it has my initials on it, but for the life of me I can't remember who- sorry if it was you!].



Yes, there's a little English teapot, short and stout sitting on my desk.  No, I don't use it for making tea since it's actually a collectors item I got in London when I was ten [I was a huge anglophile back then, speaking in an English accent an embarrassing amount of the time [I blame this movie- damn you Lindsay Lohan!]. Now I'm all about Team USA].  Here you can also see my 'Thank You' art, that I haven't quite found a home for yet, but at least it reminds me to be polite.  The wire bin is for incoming mail, 95% of which gets thrown away anyhow. 



I like keeping my Prismacolor set out and handy, for whenever I'm feeling a little artistic.  The bin behind them is a Missoni for Target, and that's where I stick all the things I don't know what to do with or just don't have the energy to put away [I'm working on NOT filling that little bin].


This may look messy to you, but I threw out an entire trash can full of junk from this drawer before it looked like this. It's organized clutter: rather than keep my makeup out on a dresser or on the desk [my bathroom is too small to hold anything], I have everything compartmentalized in here [it's very efficient I promise].  I also keep the basic necessities here [battery chargers, notebooks, stamps, envelopes, checkbooks, etc.], so as long as I don't start throwing things in willy nilly, the disaster site should stay contained. 





I found my Moleskine grid journal, where I sketch out designs.  Here's a rough sketch of my kitchen, before I built it three years ago.  You can also see my Ray Ban case [never know when I'll need to rock my aviators for that bad ass look...] as well as my measuring tape [you'd be shocked at how often I whip that thing out] and my lined yellow notepad with appropriate flair pen, both of which are used to make the never ending to-do lists, or for writing down quotes.


Just in case you were curious what the process of 'organizing' looks like, here it is.  It isn't pretty. So the next time you're at my house, come check out my desk, and see if it looks like photo at the top of the page, or the one above.  More likely, it'll be something in the middle, but I'm trying my darndest to keep it like the former.