"I'm guessing," he started, staring at the print-out and then looking directly in my eyes, "that your desk is pretty messy."
Wow, I thought, that's a heckuva test.Which questions told him that? And is it in my best interest to agree or disagree with that statement?
"But," he continued, "I bet you're like me. Every now and then it just gets to be too much and you have to stack it all up and clean it all out."
Has he been talking to my husband? To my mother? That little piece of insight was dead on. Sometimes I like things nice and clean and sometimes I like a big jumble.
Chair in my living room Chair in my TV room
China we eat on sometimes
China we eat on other times
My Christmas tree 2 years ago My Christmas tree this year
|This very clean and simple Valentine's book|
|My latest creation that would look right at home in a Victorian bed and breakfast|
Ladies and gentlemen, there's a lot going on here. We have butterflies. Plural.
...and little butterflies
Lots of flowers made from pictures I tore out of RDCBs, each with its own jeweled center.
And, of course, those botanical end papers, because let's face it, there just isn't quite enough going on already that a few dozen more flowers won't fix.
And now it's butterflies and flowers. Cleaning up a mess indeed.