Today, I’m participating in Manager Mom’s “Open Your Office” Blogoopalooza, which asks bloggers to let readers into their office, where all the blog
addiction writing happens.
So to that end, I’m posting a few photos of my inner sanctum, my special place, my out-of-the-way retreat located smack dab at the…
I’ll pan out for you, so you can take in the whole expanse.
Here, I have everything I need. An inspiring view into my phlegmy neighbor’s shower, padded chair with limited edition butt print, and an unpredictable and erratic Internet connection.
Also, peacock feathers.
Because, what office is complete without peacock feathers? An accessory that flexes its owner’s creativity with the age-old question, “WHY in the ever-lovin’ Sam Hill did I buy those?”
And! I’ve got my muse (look in the upper right corner behind the palm frond), Shimmer the Bulimic Fish. Shimmer, a rather new addition to the family, constantly (and sometimes violently) spits up food bits, which I use as a metaphor for throwing up some of the stuff I’ve posted here.
Annnnndddddd….In the interest of authenticity, I’m going to post a few photos of what my office “really” looks like.
(I mix all that in my mouth. I’m a blogger, not a dishwasher.)
But more often, my office tends toward this:
Please be sure to check out Manager Mom’s original post, where she links to other offices from around the blogosphere.