As an inveterate housework shirker, I’ve been lurking on Unfuck Your Habitat for a while, trying to summon up the requisite energy to unfuck my own. Most of my waking hours are spent incarcerated in what I laughingly call my study - a
boot cupboardroom measuring 5’ 11” by 7’ 6”. Over the past few weeks I’ve been working flat out on the second edition of my book, in between running around like a blue-arsed proverbial lecturing to soon-to-be-graduating illustration students in exotic locations like Manchester, Derby and Doncaster. You’d best believe my habitat was fucked.
Scuzzy mugs and plates were beginning to pile up about the place; superfluous items mocked me from every surface; the carpet was covered in crumbs; my phone and keyboard were in all probability harbouring every form of killer bacteria known to mankind; I had managed to accumulate four months worth of filing, (which comes a close third to ironing and tax returns in the list of things I’d rather drink a strychnine soda laced with rat’s eyeballs than do) – so I decided to bite the bullet and de-scuzz.
Behold, tumblr, my horrid Befores and awesome Afters, as I present to you my pristine workspace:-
Wanna see it from the other side?
Wanna see what I did with the picture frame that’s been gathering dust for weeks on end?
…that’s right, I framed the fabby Matte Stephens kitty print gifted to me for my birthday by my bestie! I also swapped the print I didn’t like much for an original of hers. And there’s more…
Why, yes, that is a Spike action figure to the right of my erstwhile junk dumping surface. And, yes, I am 53. And what of it?
Mission accomplished. I even polished the desk.