inside the mind of a maniac

i don’t know – i’m just in the weird place between i love pinterest because it has all of my favorite ideas and inspirations and reminds me to dress like ashley olsen and an angrer version of olivia palermo, and it has recipe ideas so i can pretend to be a wife-thing to brian meares and it just has a lot – but, i really want to have all this mess in front of me so i don’t have to scroll my life away and i can see it all at once. like IN A NOTEBOOK.

THIS IS REVERSE PROGRESS. the internet just exploded.

but not really a notebook, because it’s still not all together. i want walls and walls of whiteboards. a house of whiteboards (people in whiteboard houses shouldn’t throw ideas away) and cork boards with a never-ending supply of thumbtacks b/c i can’t find any when i need them.

i have these things, but I WANT MORE. i want everything i could possibly use in a decorating project right in front of me. i’m thinking tom cruise minority report style.

i suppose that’s what i’m supposed to do with my brain. but it’s busy with other things, not thinking.

i have this setup in my office (this is 10 feet tall), and there are smaller versions of this, but i need it on a UN scale. i need a control room like on homeland. or armegeddeon, or war games, or hunger games! because decorating is a lot like monitoring when a meteor might hit.

right now it’s (meaning inspiration, swatches, lamps, catalog pages, large pom poms) everywhere. on walls. on pinterest. in notebooks. in my brain. in jessica’s brain. on my desktop (shield your eyes if clutter upsets you).

there are my secrets. all out there.

the point of this rambling (there is no point) is that there are things i need access to visually and they look so nice lined up all together that i have to do this every once in a while just to make sense of it all.  see?  (here’s the money shot – pretty things.  you can quit reading now).

fish, cows, kilims, how’s a girl to think?

i don’t know, i just don’t know.  so many pretty things and my brain is too small to hold them.  maybe if i love them enough and let them go, they’ll come back to me when they’re supposed to.