Even when I don't have the time to tackle my projects that sit idly by while I race through my current life, it's fun to grab a few images here and there of the things that inspire me to maintain my creative side. I'm fortunate to have a dedicated sewing space (even if it's the size of a closet--- but hey, I'm not complaining!) and even stepping into that little creative spot makes me happy.
I've never studied Feng Shui or taken to becoming very adept at decorating. However, I do know that I like my little corners of interest, inspiration, and memories. I'll focus my attention on those spots rather than the spaces that accumulate the clutter of a mom and two teens.
My house could be much more organized; for example, if I didn't spontaneously strip half my kitchen table of its placemats to cut out a sewing pattern, or if I warmed up a prepackaged meal for dinner--- so much easier to keep things neat and tidy that way. But for me, I gave up that notion long ago. It's not who I am. Instead, I have a sewing room with projects half finished; library books overflowing their designated spot; and a spice drawer that is woefully in need of resorting.
As I grow older, I recognize and accept who I am. Yep, my desk could use some organizing. And my yard could really use some TLC. But, we all posses attributes that make us who we are, good and bad. Sometiems, it takes getting older to recognize and embrace them. If you're fortunate enough to have people in your life that do the same, then you are truly lucky.
So, I'm not slob, but I'm not a neat freak, either. But, above all, I'm creative. It's not even a choice for me. It flows through me.