Gotta love those shoes!

I have oodles and oodles of shoes. Trouble is, I don't have enough space to store all of them. I pack away the off-season ones, which helps to some degree. I've thought about getting a big tub of sorts to toss all of my flip flops in. But then I'd always be searching for matching pairs, which wastes time. As it is, there are currently about 15 pairs of summer sandals sharing a cubby (I have small feet). My husband came up with a brilliant plan -- reduce the amount of shoes I own and stop buying more. Gasp! Obviously he was speaking out of delirium and complete ignorance of what it means to be female. I forgave him for his naiveté and thanked him for his help (I mean, he really did think he was actually helping!). Things could be worse, and have been. Once upon a time I had to share my closet with hubby. Now he has his own closet and I have the big one, which is the way nature intended. But I still need more room for shoes! Last I looked they haven't stopped making the cute ones, or the snazzy ones, or the to-die-for ones, or the . . .

Let your pet do the shredding!

I think my shredder is dying. It had trouble munching through an envelope this morning, both going forward and in reverse. Ugh! I don't want to buy a new one. I recently saw somewhere that there's a pair of scissors now that will do a shred type of cut. That's cool. I also heard on the radio the other day something about having a pet shredder. Have you heard about this? Evidently your pet hamster, or such, is somehow involved in the shredding (can't remember exactly how) and can create its own bedding in the process. Rather than going to that extreme (not sure my incredibly spoiled Maltese would take kindly to any type of forced labor), I suppose I can always give our private shredables to hubby who "likes make big fire and watch grow" -- I guess it's a man thing. Anyway, gotta safeguard against identity theft, so I suppose I'll be out looking at shredders this weekend. I wonder how expensive goats are these days . . .

Household chores we love to hate!

Anybody out there give good neck and shoulder rubs? I'm terribly sore from ironing today. I hate ironing. But I refuse to wear badly wrinkled clothes. Further, I have too much fun with clothes to only wear those which do not require any ironing. Yeah, I've got that great wrinkle-release spray, but it just doesn't leave a crisp enough look for some items. So I let my ironing pile stack up until I'm in the mood to deal with it. Ha! And you thought us professional organizers always did everything perfectly at all times. I'm telling ya, we pick and choose just like everybody else. If I ironed things as they needed it, the ironing board would never be put away. Now, this wouldn't be so bad if I had room to leave it up all the time but I don't. So I let the pile build and then tackle it. So tell me, what household chore do you hate to tackle? And while you're at it, can you rub my neck a little too?

What in the world am I doing?

I am definitely not a fan of computers. I've made friends with mine, enough so that I can do what needs to be done on it. But to be totally confident and in love with everything digital/electronic is just not me. So what in the world am I doing with a blog? What is a blog? How did the term blog come to be? But I've heard it's supposed to be the latest craze on the internet these days for communicating all sorts of things: thoughts, ideas, inspirations, and so on. So here I sit writing my very first entry on my very first blog. Yeehaw! Are there others out there in this new century we find ourselves in that are still intimidated by computers? I'm going to give this a go. I intend for this new found blogging adventure, in the wierd world of bytes and giga-what-nots, to be a path of exploring and sharing real life situations - everyday type stuff that affects how we organize ourselves and our spaces. So come join me and share your experiences too!