Due to me scrounging the internet like some sort of crazy (and not to mention, squinty) Asian cat lady (somehow, being a crazy Asian cat lady is much worse than just being a crazy cat lady), minus the cats, I’ve come across THIS FANTASTICAL IDEA on Emma’s bloggerific space – and a Tumblr, quite happily called: Things Organized Neatly. A Tumblr account which was clearly launched by one of our American counterparts due to the presence of an incriminating “z” thrown spuriously into the word “Organised”.
So I’m going to conform and post up my own little of selection of neatly organised items upon the great surface that is my bedroom’s dust-ball spouting wooden floors. Be aware that my Olympus EP-1 would also be added to this pile of goods, but I needed a camera to take the shot in the first place and my sister’s camera had run out of juice.
Be in awe of the awesome.
The above items illustrate what was cavorting today within the unknown depths of my huge satchel today:
ISSUE 36 FRANKIE MAGAZINE:
- to my terror, I realised that I hadn’t had a good opportunity to read through this magazine, mainly because it have slipped down into the abyss between my desk and my bedroom wall. So decided to take it for a whirligig today while I was coffee-ing up.
THE FAMILY LAW:
- by Benjamin Law. The book I was sprouting lyrical about in my previous post. My loving boyfriend was sweet enough to bow to my neurotic wen and traveled out to West End to pick me up a copy. After a little hysterical bewilderment about the presence of two Boundary Streets in our Brisbane CBD, he finally did manage to find Avid Reader. What a trooper.
- It’s currently clad in my newly obtained
(ZELDA, ITEM OBTAINED FANFARE)
- Rilakkuma iPhone case. That’s right, this is the case that I tweeted
- FB status updated about. As you can probably tell, it’s
- . It also have little holes towards the bottom of the case for charms.
CHARMS PEOPLE! IT’S LIKE, THE BOMB, WITH EXTRA BOOMBASTIC. SOMETIMES, EVEN FANTASTIC!
L’OCCITANE en PROVENCE HAND CREAM + NIVEA STAR FRUITS LIP BALM:
- These are the “cosmetic” items in my daily arsenal, because no matter where you may be, hands get dry and lips can look like you’ve been sun-baking in the Sahara. I also get irritated if I don’t have both of these items on me at all times.
- I bought this leather-clad diary from Korea. I almost religiously draw pictures and update it’s pages with interesting and stupid thoughts that enter my brain. Mostly, however, the thoughts tend toward the stupid.
IPOD NANO 5TH GEN:
- In an “London City” case – I’m not exactly certain why I bother with an MP3 player as I have an iPhone, but I maintain that I live to watch the little swirly-update-doobie on the iPhone do it’s thing while I trace back to Frou Frou’s, “Let Go” on my Nano.
I LIKE TO MULTITASK.
CAR KEYS, HOUSE KEYS:
- Fairly self-explanatory – Marc Jacobs key fob and a macaroon key cover on my house key – as I can’t tell diddly squat what’s what in the middle of the night.
ROPE PICNIC PASSAGE WALLET:
- Purchased in Japan, this thing could kill a small animal big enough to feed a stately family of eight. No joke. I have most of my life in this thing – about 10 sheets of sticker photos, rolls of stamps
(domestic AND international for postcards AND letters)
- , multitudes of loyalty cards and very little in the way of actual cash (which is why I own so many loyalty cards).
- All the way from Japan, I have attempted many a time to release poor mister
- from his plastic enclosure. I bring this with me now to quiz anyone and everyone about their knowledge and practical skills in concern to opening these stupid plastic balls.
So far, unsuccessful. But I live in hope.
- I presented this little bundle of joy to my boyfriend last night and he cracked it open like an egg. He claims it’s due to his “Rock Climber Grip”. Similar to a Vulcan Mind Meld but without the actual reading of minds (so, not really like a Vulcan Mind Meld).
SHARPIE + PILOT COLETO 3 INSERT:
- My all-the-time use pens. If I don’t have my Coleto on me, I will actually refuse to write in my diary. True story. I spent a whole entire week, waiting for a shipment containing my Coleto refills, filling up scraps of paper with my daily events instead of defiling my diary with an alien pen.
I concede, I may be a “little” OCD.