Organisation

I am the kind of girl who loves to buy things.

But most of all I love to buy things to attempt to make me organised.

I have storage boxes.
I have a filing cabinet.
I have calenders, and diaries.
I have multiple to-do and checklist apps.
I have clear shoeboxes.

I am addicted to buying these things.

I follow through with them for about 2 days.

Then I lose interest.

Until the next shiny new app comes along.

New House

I get the keys on Friday.

I am free to move in from 4pm on Friday evening.

Cannot wait to move into my freedom.

I am a terrible organiser.
I have packed the bare essentials.
Shoes. DVDs. Photos. Espresso Machine.

The rest will be thrown in the boot at around 3.55pm on Friday.
I am terrible.

Miss Unorganised.

Winter.

I am one of those weird people who adore winter.

It it is my favourite season.

I love the fashion.
The snuggles.
Coffee and Red wine around fires.
And I will even admit to wearing Ugg boots and Slankets.
In the comfort and serenity of my own home.

My winter "uniform" is skinnies. boots. a trench. a scarf and usually gloves if its cold enough.
I love hair accessories, and winter is the best for cute little knitted hats.

Winter is my favourite season.

At least, until summer sun arrives.

Red Feathers.

"Shes wears red feathers and a hula hula skirt"

ah, Guy Mitchell.
Love.

Part of me wants to escape the cold and disappear to a tropical island.
Live off the land.
Tan, eat coconuts, be lathered in tanning oil by cute carribean men, catch fish.

It sounds dreamy.

But the negetive in me always thinks about the tarnished side of the coin.

Tropical island means bugs.
and monsoons.
And eating fish.
And not wearing shoes.
And sunburn.
And all those other negatives I can think of but am too lazy to write.

Somehow this tarnished side is always a longer list than the shiny side.
Always.
Its like my head has to beat the number on the positive side by +1
At least.

Who is positive?
And if yout truly are.
Can you teach me the ways.