My wife was complaining about my study the other day. I showed her the following picture of another writer’s office and informed her that she is officially no longer allowed to complain about my office.
Yes, if you grew up in the 80’s then you will probably recongnize the title of this post as a not-so-veiled reference to a popular rap song by a presently popular box-office star.
Ok, and because now I know you’re wondering what my wife was complaining about, here is my office for comparison.
If you come over to visit, this shot is taken from the chair that you can sit in while we chat:
Here is the view as you walk in the door (except I’m normally sitting in that chair):
and here is my view:
admittedly, I just re-shuffled my shelves and moved books I’m not using as much recently onto other shelves around the house, but you have to admit…this really isn’t too bad, eh? It’s the books sitting on top of other books that really gets Elisa going, and I’ve cut that down to just a few.
So you tell me, entirely acceptable right?