So I’m trying to write to deadline, desperately; this of course means it’s time to talk about theories of interior design!

…of which I have none. What I mean is, I tried to clean up my apartment yesterday and got totally flabbergasted, because while there’s plenty of room for the mess, there’s absolutely no space for me to get oranized.

This always makes me think of the one episode of Mission: Organization that ever impressed me, where some poor woman’s jail cell of a studio apartment got remade into an actual living space. It’s still small, and this sort of renovation only works on people who don’t own a lot of books, but I still think about it whenever I look at my living room and think, “This is a cesspool – be like that studio apartment, stupid living room!”

The Before: there’s more information about this on the website, which includes Puritan-level scathing condemnation of her slightly-cluttered chair. Seriously, they put “There’s actually a chair underneath all that stuff!” on the ACTUAL WEBSITE. There’s two books, two messenger bags, and a paper shopping bag on that chair. I should show HGTV the horrors of the chair in my living room that I call “Closet 2″.

Anyway, while the clutter factor is debatable, there’s no question this is a really bland apartment that needed help:

And boy, did it ever get help.
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