I saw an interesting quote in a decorating article today.
“I’m pretty sensitive aesthetically, and it does something for me when I look at a pretty room,” Ms. C said. “Looking at what the room used to be was the visual equivalent of listening to Bach or Mozart. Now it’s the visual equivalent of listening to Barney.”
This explains to me why my house is driving me crazy. Maybe I'm having trouble writing because my writing areas are cluttered and un-inspiring. Like static on the radio, the vibe is interfering with my creativity.
With that in mind, I've plunged into a massive reorganization of our master bedroom. If all goes well there, I'll attack another area. Hopefully, by the end of the week there will be sweet visual peace in various sections of the house.
Pray a falling stack of 'stuff' doesn't fall on me. (wink,wink) If I'm victorious, I'll post photos.