Since I am putting off the remodel of my office/studio until after the kitchen and den are done (after all, we have to have somewhere to live!), I’ve decided to put things away and then, when the time comes, I’ll have to move them out again.

The thought makes me sigh a bit, but I’ve touched everything several times already. Really moving into the space means that this is real. I’m really moving into my new studio.

A whole room just for my writing and designing and teaching and recording and knitting.

A place to focus.

A place to create.

A place to go in the morning.

A place to work.

From my vantage, I can see my yarn and books and boxes of knitting magazines. Receipts litter my desk along with baskets filled with yarn and projects, change that needs to go into the change jar mixing with my business cards, a manual for the heating system mixed up with the paperwork for the printer.

My Messy Office

Since I am able to remove these things from my mental sightline, I absolutely can get stuff done (and have). However, I constantly have a little voice in my head.

“Piles of receipts. At least I know where they are. Isn’t the top of my desk a little dangerous? I have this little file drawer. Maybe there? Or maybe somewhere else? I know I found file folders in a box in the closet. Don’t forget where you left the file folders! Box in the closet. Box in the closet.”

“Look at those old samples from Sew Steamboat. Where could they go? Should I start wearing them? Keep them for gifts? Who would want that cowl? Oh, that feels nice and cozy!”

“Does that box that says ‘Office’ contain things I need in this room? Or is it just general office stuff? Does that general office stuff go in this room? Where else would it go?”

“I found two of the trays for the printer stand. I wonder how hard it will be to find the rest. Steph said the poles are behind the refrigerator in the dining room. Why haven’t we moved that yet? Oh yeah. Won’t fit through the laundry room door. Our new printer deserves a station of respect instead of just the box it came in!”

“How did I manage to retain four magazine racks in the move – and why did I grab them all for my studio?”

That last bit might have to do with that stack of magazine boxes I mentioned earlier.

One thing we’ve discovered is simply organizing makes a big difference here. Moving a few things, unpacking and removing a box, even just stacking several boxes on top of one another – all of these actions create exponential space. More space than I’d dreamed I could have.

Just what I need!

And each item I put in even a temporary place removes it from my mental sightline and ends the nattering conversation with myself.

So, even with the temporary desk and only two of my three cubbies and none of the remodel completed in this room, I will organize.

Gulp!