For over two years, my office has been bare, very bare. You would think my mother would have taught me better, she has a degree in Interior Design. My excuse is the waves of clutter that occupy my office, the Sub For Santa gifts or the cans of food; part of my job is running charity events. Once an event is over I just want my office to be clean and simple. Recently, after it was all cleaned up someone asked me if I was moving. I thought to myself, "I need to decorate." I speant the next week cutting pictures out of my Pottery Barn catalog, taking undercover pictures through the blinds of offices I thought were cute, and digging around my dad's basement. Now it aint no page out of Arcitechtural Digest, but it's looking pretty cozy.
BEFORE: Lost. The only thing on the wall, a symbol of my life.
AFTER: It's hard to see but I got a lamp, pen pot and artsy pictures.
BEFORE: Ugly shelf
AFTER: Ditched the cardboard
BEFORE: Plain Jane
AFTER: So Pottery Barn
AFTER: My favorite corner, the clock is like 50 years old but still keeps perfect time.
AFTER: My favorite corner, the clock is like 50 years old but still keeps perfect time.
Your new office makes me want to wander into it and talk about my HR worries with you. Good job!
ReplyDeleteYa- You're good! Not too much, not too little! Can you do my house?
ReplyDeleteVery proud of you. It's hard to mix things up, but usually rewarding, especially if it's done on your own free will. Forced reorganizations suck.
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