For the first time, in about a year, my house isn't covered, smothered, peppered, scattered and chunked in buttons. I'm officially organized. Hallelujah.

It took me an ENTIRE weekend to transform my sun porch (which had sadly deteriorated into a storage closet) into my new corner office. I was able to purge quite a bit, but not before reminiscing over every old receipt, photo, paycheck stub, 3- hole punch (why do I have four 3-hole punches?) and 8 year old bottle of acrylic paint. Now I can't stop staring at my office.

Everyday, before I leave for work, I pop my head in and bask in its glory. Then, when I get home, I peek again... as if all the button makers and hole punches had a party while I was gone... just in case, I have to make sure they're all still in the exact right spot.

My favorite part of the room is probably the Jadite and milk glass cabinet. All my collectible wares together in one place. Whenever I attempt to buy a new piece of vintage glass, my boyfriend reminds me that not only do I not cook, I don't entertain or use anything besides Lean Cuisine trays on a regular basis. Alas, I have created a legitimate use for the antique glass: to be admired.

Next on my to-do list: blog, dammit.