Dreaming of Order in a Chaotic House

I’ve lately been dreaming about organization.  I’m not a naturally organized person, but I’ve getting a bit of an organizational bug.  Or I’m just having too much fun on pinterest admiring the organization skills of others.

I want to be the type of person who has beautiful craft spaces like the one above, rather than the type of person who has a cupboard stuffed full shoeboxes (also stuffed full of various and sundry items) threatening to slide out everytime I open the door.

Fortunately in the midst of my dreaming, in the midst of my chaos, I received an email from my sister with a link to Tales of a Music Mama’s Beauty and the Mess post.  Because yes.  Yes, yes, (oh, especially about the wooden toys versus plastic toys).  It helped me to remember this post I wrote about my own mess.

I will continue to drool over beautifully organized spaces.  I will continue to dream about getting my house just so.  I may even organize a beautiful space for myself.  But, hopefully, I’ll also feel a little less shame upon opening my flatware drawer and noting (and further ignoring) all the crumbs in with the forks.  And I’ll enjoy the things I do create: a sweater, a blog post, a meal; and feel a little more grateful for the chaos that helped me do it.