I had to do a major office tidy last week when my new computer arrived. My desk and the surrounding real estate were straight out of Hoarders, but once I cleared off my desk and scrubbed down the grottly linoleum top with a Chore Boy, I decided to keep going, and now my whole office area and the shop are completely presentable! My favorite part is the fiber & dyes section. There’s still one random large bin of fiber and supplies I need to sort, but for the most part, the shop’s quite pleasing. Oddly, the order makes me feel kind of antsy and peevish. I guess I’m a little too accustomed to chaos.
Seeing everything all nice and organized has got me itching to dye. I think I’m going to dye up some Polwarth and BFL, and I might even go a little crazy and hit up some of the luxury blends. I’m way too conservative about dyeing, and I want to encourage myself to experiment more.
I’ve been trying to set aside magazine pictures with really striking colors, and I think this week I’m going to try dying up a few to see how successful they are.
You know, my mom pointed out recently how fuckingly annoyingly anal retentive I become on vacation. I’m a drawer and closet despot. The first thing I do is define and enforce all personal areas in a hotel room. I hover over the bathroom counters and tidy everything constantly. It’s an almost military fixation with completley petty and arbitrary order. Anyone who saw me on vacation would really get the wrong idea and would be utterly confused about the giant pile of dishes I’ve been avoiding religiously for the last week.
I think I’m a control freak, but I have the sense to know when my situation is beyond my capabilities, and immediately relinquish my angst over it, knowing I have pretty much no chance of maintaining meaningful relationships if I’m a order nazi full time. And also, my brain would boil and explode. So instead, I relax into a breezy slop. It’s very strange.
Speaking of brains boiling and exploding, we watched Kick-Ass last night & I really liked it! Much darker than I expected, in a good way, and also much funnier!
I COMPLETELY understand the vacation bathroom thing. The only time I really enjoy a vacation is when my bff and I travel together. We are both the same way about keeping common spaces neat, and also the drawers and closets. I don’t care if it’s anal or not. Our hotel room is always relaxing and clean. That’s important when you get back from a night of hard partying.
I have that kind of split personality. People who only know me from work can’t believe that I am slovenly at home and I also keep hotel rooms very neat and organized. I’ve read that this can be the result of a certain kind of perfectionism in that if it can’t be perfect then we don’t bother keeping up with the piles, dishes, laundry, etc.. Smaller spaces or more limited times permit our latent perfectionism to rear its uptight head. The only time I’ve been tidy in my home space was when I’d pared down my possessions to mad degree and I’m not sure I have the ability to ever do that again. If only I could achieve equilibrium.