I keep having these moments where I'll go into the kitchen for an orange or to make a cup of tea and I end up cleaning something out. I know my mom used to do things like this- which makes me sort of terrified that I'm turning into her. I'm joking, of course. Sort of.
Our apartment is pretty tiny, but extremely efficient with storage. It has the ability to look like no one lives there when everything is in its right place- which is exactly how I want it to be. I'm a wannabe-minimalist with a lot of (hidden) stuff.
Anyway- I pulled everything out of the cabinets above our computer and spent a whole day going through hoards of notebooks (I've started and abandoned what feels like hundreds of notebooks) and a lot of fun things I've cut out of magazines over the last few years. The above notebook is actually my current sketch book and diary- so it's filled with a lot non-sense and angsty stories about feeling lonely or creatively constipated. Putting something fun in the pages make my trips down memory lane a little less... depressing.
I love looking at others' inspiration boards, and particularly when they're in a personal setting, but I feel like I'm seeing less of those lately. Pinterest has become so completely overwhelming with the best of everything, and I've started to find myself scrolling with eyes glazed over. Has this been happening to anyone else?
There's this overwhelming feeling to break free and go analog. There's just nothing like a pair of scissors and a glue stick on the couch with Netflix going, am I right?