Anyway .... this morning, I was struck by how differently my husband and I keep our individual spaces. He sits on the left end of the sofa, I'm either on the right end or in the far leather chair, where Ruby is in this photo. (None of the photos in this post are staged. They represent real life on display, and fortunately, the place is fairly tidy right now.)
This is how my husband's end table always looks. It contains only what belongs there, no extraneous junk, no piles.
Mine, on the other hand, looks like a photo from an "I Spy" book ... with a heaping assortment of whatever I'm working on at the time.
We see three pairs of reading glasses, knitting supplies (a cable needle, a counter, two pairs of scissors, and needle caps, because I'm making a sweater, which Instagram followers have seen, and I'm actively using these things most evenings), hair stuff (a clip, bobby pins, and an elastic hair tie), a pile of bracelets, a mechanical pencil, a pile of magazines and books topped by my iPad, an external hard drive, and a few other random things. What you don't see is a pile of books on the floor beside the leather chair.
I try really hard to not pile things, but it feels like I'm fighting a losing battle. From time to time, I go through the stuff and put away the things that I know I'm not using. The table gets a bit tidier as a result, but it's only temporary.
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Sunday Snapshots are posts devoted to moments in time that represent glimpses into everyday life in Hartwood, or wherever else I happen to be at the time.