My new working-at-home digs. When I can’t escape reality long enough for a 40 mile car ride (and get a babysitter!) to My Starbucks, I now have this transformed room to write in.
See what a little spring cleaning can do? Especially when being driven by the Master-Takes-No-Shit Organizer.
My cousin, Jane, knows how to freakin rock the totes.
I now have a place for all my crap. No clutter, just inspiration at this writer’s desk.
I should make this a monthly thing……..