Last Sunday our daughter-in-law Jenny reached into my kitchen cabinet to get a sippy cup.
When she opened the cabinet doors, she was surprised to see this.
“Where are the sippy cups?” she asked.
“I reorganized my kitchen this week,” I said. “I was tired of looking at messy cabinets.”
Reorganizing is a fancy word that means moving a mess from one place to another. This is the sippy cups’ new home.
I am generally against messes, but sometimes messy is best.
How many times have you regretted cleaning a cluttered drawer? When it was messy, you could dig through it and find your hole puncher. After you clean it, who knows where the hole puncher is?
Ahhh, tidiness. But where did I put my hole puncher?
The messiest room in your house may also be the one that makes you happiest.
They say a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, and an empty desk is a sign of an empty mind.
If you don’t want to be called empty-headed, follow my example and embrace a cluttered workspace.
We all know you must make a mess before you can clean. I pulled this picture from my own files.
Messy, yes, but a sure sign of orderliness to come.
Messiness can be in the eye of the beholder. Picasso’s famous painting, Three Musicians, looks like a mess to me, but what do I know about art?
The best desserts are messy.
A kiss from a grandchild may be messy, but I never turn one down.
This ends my photo essay on messes.
But know this. I not only create and clean up messes. I AM a mess. That is why I need a Messiah!