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I read an article this morning about Peter Buchanan-Smith who is a designer and who sells axes made in Maine that he (and his interns and employee) then hand-paints.

I have mixed feelings about the axes (irrelevant), but a phrase in the article did stick in my imagination.  He said “…It was like an invitation to this world I wanted to create.”

The world I want to create.

Look at the world that Edmund de Waal is creating:

I think this is beautiful.

My office is perpetually a mess, and I let this distress me.  I seem to forget sometimes that I can (within limits) create my world.  Or, maybe it is not only someTIMES that I forget, but in somePLACES I tend to forget.

I have (with the help of Nature), created this burst in our window boxes:

This makes me very happy every time I walk in or out of our house.

So why do I do this to my desk:

It is somewhat of a mystery to me.  This is NOT the world that I want to sit down to each morning.  I have a little teeny tiny space of clearness (just only barely big enough for the mouse…), surrounded by stuff that should be elsewhere.

Now look at this!  Look at what you and Mr. Buchanan-Smith and Mr. de Waal inspired me to do!

Much better.  I created my desk-world!   What power I have over my own messiness.  Very satisfying.