I'm Natasha, mom of boys, novice gardener, fun enthusiast, decorator of my own domain and your's if you want? Tune in for musings on motherhood, triumphs and failures in diy, and my journey creating a more lovely space both outside my home and in.

 

 

 

Organization Schmorganization

Organization Schmorganization

 

I read an article the other day that said, the one thing all super successful people have in common is that they are organized. Ok, this is not an earth shattering revelation. I know that you are supposed to be organized, I know it's good and crucial(?) to productivity and even more so efficiency. I'm trying to start a business here, I want to be successful, ergo I should definitely become super organized. The one millionth time I've wandered down this path... it's kind of like "getting in shape". I'm too easily distracted, I mean epically so. Here's how it went down.

Studio before the influx of furniture

Studio before the influx of furniture

So I make the decision: I, Natasha Meininger, am going to get super f-ing organized! First things first, my studio is an utter disaster. A few weeks ago I bought a bed off craigslist. It's king size, headboard, footboard and rails, a.k.a. taking up a TON of space. I had planned to reupholster it but I've attempted to pull the staples, like ten times and man, that upholstery is on there for like ever. I just picked up a table for my client, between that and my storage, desk, sewing table and sofa (why is there a sofa, it's not like people visit me in there?) there is no room to move!!

notice my adorable, if not helpful, assistant 

notice my adorable, if not helpful, assistant 

I solve this by deciding to use the bed as is. I give it a good cleaning and move it into my bedroom. Thus, displacing my existing boxspring (new bed is platform style), old headboard and both of my nightstands. I thought I had organizational problems before, this is now a complete cluster fuck. But wait! I'm not done. I put the bed together with the help of my two year old and I don't hate it but I don't like, love it. So I head to Hobby Lobby (20 miles away) for brass nail head trim. I spend the afternoon hammering away around the perimeter, ick. Never mind, I take some off. I remember that I have two quilts in the attic that I brought home from India more than a decade ago. I grab them and start thinking about India. I get all warm and fuzzy. I think I should upholster the bed with them! There's not enough though to cover the whole huge thing. I improvise. I kind of love it.

my now super bohemian bedroom, more is more?

my now super bohemian bedroom, more is more?

My upstairs hall is now full of furniture, my studio has the tiniest bit more room and is not more "organized" by any stretch of the imagination and I got not a damn thing done around the house today or on my current job. Oh, and my craigslist bed is upholstered in an Indian quilt. That, that one thing, I kind of love. The organizing can wait for tomorrow.. or the next day?

Dejà Vu

Dejà Vu

Le Pied-à-terre

Le Pied-à-terre