A friend, who shall remain anonymous, was over recently and from my living room gazed into my office,
“Wow. It looks lived in,” she said.
Huh? Because this friend is a true sweetheart (otherwise she wouldn’t be my friend, duh, er, actually scratch that, I’m friends with lots ‘o bitches, but this one is sweet), I figured she meant no harm.
But isn’t that more or less code for “Your apartment is a disgusting mess and I don’t know how you live with yourself or sleep at night.”???
Well, to my poor little worrymind, it was.
It’s not that I don’t try to be neat and clean, it’s that I’m just so focused on being ORGANIZED. And I am, thank god. But somewhere in my day of running my business, going to the part-time secretary gig, blogging and making art, I’ve lost that Suzie Homemaker quality I’d really really like to have.
I mean, I even get emails from FLYLADY.
The real nail in the coffin was stumbling upon this little gem of a blog, sfgirlbybay, and seeing that bitch’s nice lady’s collections of perfect little urban oases with adorable little 1950s-era kitchens and supremely clean and sparkling parlors.
I wanted to die. But I’m not into that route anymore, so today is the first day of: Operation New Apartment (a spin-off of Operation New Me, which is a joke prolly only Nancy will get).
Step 1: Come out.
Step 2: Take “before” pictures.
Coming to an SFLS post near you.
Wish me luck!