Messyfilter

I found the perfect-sized cheap-ass flimsy-as-hell kindergardeny-looking shelving at Target (pronounced “tar-ZHAY”).  They’re assembled now, but still empty.  Meanwhile, my floor is still full of clutter.

Packing and moving had a deadline. Unpacking and settling does not.  Somehow I believed for a minute that I could take my time on it, that my life could go on amidst the clutter, and that my little studio of miscellany could serve as my office while I caught up on the last month of not working so much.

But it turns out space matters, and clutter makes madness.  And hi, my name is Sarah, and I hate the world.

Welcome to my messyfilter.