There’s nothing better than sinking into the fantasy of a good book; to transport yourself to another dimension or time period and walk in someone else’s shoes. The problem with physical literature is that once the fantasy ends, the book itself serves very little purpose. Sure, we can plan to re-read them again in the future or give them to Aunt Edna next time she is in town, but if we are honest with ourselves, those scenarios rarely happen.
If you know me or have worked with me before, you probably know that I love to re-purpose. The fact is that most of us own way too much stuff, and the amount of useable and good quality items that hit the landfills every year is staggering and unnecessary. As technology is taking over and printed materials are becoming a thing of the past, more and more books are being rejected by the libraries, thrift stores and non-profits that once welcomed those slightly worn donations. Instead of throwing them away, here are a few re-purposing hacks that might come in handy:
There are a lot of things that are worth taking seriously in this world, and sometimes we need a little dose of silliness to balance things out. In celebration of Friday and the weekend ahead, I felt inspired to dust off my not-so-great poetic skills and let the power of positive thought guide me in this epic tale of organizing success and chivalry. Continue on at your own risk…
Once upon a time there was a busy mom with 4 messy kids and a husband whose dirty clothes lived on the carpet like they were hit by a bomb. The dog kept hiding his toys in the mound of laundry on the floor, and there was so much clutter in the kitchen that the mom could no longer close the pantry door. There was a fire breathing dragon living under her porch and a unicorn eating her flower beds despite the fright of the scarecrow’s torch. She was distressed and overwhelmed and had nowhere to turn. Then she met Erin, a fabulous, incredibly talented and ravishingly beautiful organizer (insert laughter) who wasn’t afraid to get burned (by the dragon of course).
Suddenly, the busy mom’s life changed and things got rearranged. Erin came into her castle, assessed the situation and devised a plan without hassle. With a wave of her wand and a swoosh of her long flowing hair, she flew through the house decluttering, tidying and putting everything back somewhere. She taught the kids incredible lessons, like where to find the garbage can to prevent further messins’. She straightened out that husband and stopped those clothes from hitting the floor, thus removing Fido’s favorite hiding place and finally shutting that pantry door. She extinguished the dragon’s odorous fumes, installed unicorn-proof fencing around the flowers and protected the shrooms. She hustled and bustled and brought order to all parts of the kingdom.
The busy mom was no longer stressed. She cried tears of joy over becoming de-messed. She thanked Erin for her genius and creativity, noting that she could not have done it herself, even if the whole neighborhood was involved in the activity. She was so excited that she called all her friends and before Erin knew it, she was looking at life through a rose-colored lens! She was a millionaire, living in a posh mansion without a hair of despair. She sat grandly out back, looking down at the stack of perfectly organized and impeccable homes that she had created for her customers. “It’s all in a day’s work” she sighed, “I’m along for the ride.” The day was soon ending, and tomorrow would bring more opportunities for dragon slaying, sword wielding and hearing customers sing. As she headed for bed, she dreamed in her head of tomorrow’s adventures that would be sure to bring more opportunities for clutter to shed. The End.
I warned you...