I love our home and I keep it clean and welcoming. Things are in order, even though my husband doesn’t seem to get the order at all times. I have a junk drawer or two, but that’s about it. I just cleaned out all the closets and cabinets during my annual spring cleaning; there is a bag with donation stuff in the garage and a few boxes are just waiting for the upcoming community garage sale.
Interesting enough, as much as I like it neat and clean in our home, the same rules don’t seem to apply in my workroom. There is chaos and it makes me happy. I have a full equipt work room with cabinets, worksurfaces and tool drawers, but somehow I seem to work best surrounded by chaos.
There are fabric rolls everywhere, there are piles of magazines and pictures, cans with paint and stains. Isn’t it odd? Neat and clean at home and just a few steps further chaos takes over and seems to rule.
My husband had the marvelous idea to clean my work room, while I was gone visiting a friend. I left the chaos behind on Friday and came back to an organized workroom Sunday in the evening.
He had done a marvelous job. There was a hanging tool organizer on the wall, he had installed shelves for my magazines and threads and all my fabric was neatly rolled up in just one corner. My husband was so proud of himself and I just the loved, how everything looked.
Monday came and I couldn’t find a thing. My notes -the ones that are normally everywhere on my desk- were gone, so were my drawings and clips.
My creative mug was missing. I couldn’t find my favorite pen, my nail file was gone and the cool blue nail polish that I just had bought, was nowhere to be found.
Everything was in order and that was the worst chaos ever. That might sound silly, but that’s really how I felt. It took me weeks to get my workroom back in shape. The cabinets and the shelves are still there and I found a good use for it, my plants seem to like them.
Maybe I have two souls in my chest, one that needs order and the other one, who seems to work best surrounded by a little bit of chaos. A bit of turmoil seems to be the spark for my creativity.
“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”
― Henry Adams, ,