What My Dresser Says About Me

I read this post on All Adither, and decided to bare my soul and show what the top of my dresser looks like.

I'm taking a deep breath. If you knew me, you would be unable to reconcile this mess with my usual state of mind.

I can't tolerate clutter. I go a few days with the girls' stuff strewn around the house, and then I pull a nutty. I storm around, yelling and issuing ridiculous ultimatums to get things picked up. Then I can finally relax and breathe in my own home. It helps that the girls are now cowering in their rooms in fear, but at least it's CLEAN in there.

So one wonders how I can stand to see this for longer than a minute. I will say in my defense that I recently took a flight out to California which necessitated dumping out most of the contents of my purse, and since I've been back, I've been dealing with the book of Revelations and cardiac arrest.

Anyway, here it is:


This is it in all it's glory. The pictures on the wall were in my Grandmother's house, and I love having them on my walls, even if they make the room not at all girly.


This shows the bone of contention between The Man and I. I wanted a TV in our bedroom, he did not. Since I order the cable and do the shopping, I won by default. Ha ha. I love to lay in bed at night and watch TV with the sound muted and the captions on. I don't know why, but it relaxes me enough to fall asleep. And if that doesn't give you an idea of the level of romance that goes on here, the selection of movies should tip you off: Garden State, The Holiday, and Titanic.


This pile basically represents what I dumped out of my purse. I would like to state for the record that the hot pink scrunchy, Icing makeup and Tinkerbell lip gloss are NOT MINE.


This part of the dresser has pretty much become an homage to my mother in law. I don't know how this happened. The white over the door hanger? Part of her housewarming gift to us that I haven't hung up yet. The Asian boxes containing chopsticks and rests? Also from her. The Fiesta magazine? From the trip we took to San Antonio while she was here during spring break. The picture underneath the hanger thingy? Yeah, it's a picture of HER. Hi, mother in law! Enjoy your shrine!

Just a note: She would have nothing to do with the poker chips from Hollywood Park Casino. Or the dust that covers every surface. That's all me.

So, what's on your dresser?