The Nest.....

The dreaded monster known as THE LAIR CHAIR...  do you have that one special place that has grown into a nest of clutter?  My corner in the living room subtly was that spot, overrun with anything a girl could want.  Books? Magazines? Art supplies?  Medications?  Beauty (ha!) products, stationery and stickers, you get the picture...  I knew with my tendency toward hibernation, the advent of winter meant only more stuff...  Take a look at all the junk handy items I dreamed I'd need in one sitting...  Command Central, for sure...  But really, just a lack of control was the overall ambience...if I dare even use such a pretty word...  Yuck!

Suddenly, I woke up and looked at this with fresh eyes.  What was I thinking?  I couldn't stand all this junk...,  so armed with my Mrs. Meyer cleaner, I cleaned the way I do best:  I pulled it all out.  Two trash bags later...  I pared all away except a tapestry Isabella's Journey Autumn bag...  My son jumped at the chance to have the doughbox side table...  I stashed everything where it actually lived.  For now, I don't even have a trash basket...(big concession to beauty.)  all that jewelry, prisms, razzmatazz hanging from the hopelessly outdated quaint pole lamp. Had to go!

Even Mom's dolls got a shakedown.  I let only winter and fall girls stay out.  With a rearrangement  of everything and a few touches of red, this corner sure looks better to me.