Some call it OCD, I just call it love

I have spent the last week in a cardboard and packing paper blur.  I’m not really sure what else has happened in those seven days, but I do know my kids are still breathing, it has rained every day,  and we have entirely too much stuff.  And if my husband is reading this, books are not considered stuff.  They are considered essentials.

I get a disproportionate amount of pleasure out of finding a place for everything, and putting everything in it’s place.  I love the entire process. Today, I found the perfect spot for my magazine holders, and they never fail to make me smile.

I know that an organized pantry or neatly labeled baskets don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, and the candlesticks displayed “just so” aren’t going to be life altering.  But each day, I see my efforts making the smallest corners of my world a little more lovely.  And who can’t use a little more lovely?


I’m linking up to unwrap the small daily gifts over at Chatting at the Sky.  Join me won’t you?