From a bare-bones perspective, I have a lovely home office. My desk is stationed in front of a massive window, the room’s filled with my beloved white Shabby Chic-manqué painted-wood furniture, and one wall is bedecked with a quartet of framed watercolors of Marie Antoinette types that Hubby and I nabbed at Tepper Galleries for a mere pittance. All of which amounts to a damn fine thing, because I’m in here constantly, either blogging up a storm for you Momoverettes or working on any number of rush writing projects.

But “rush” is the operative word; almost never do I get to just take my time, leisurely closing the door on one project before opening it again to greet a new one. No, no, no. That is so not my lot in life. Instead, because I’m wedging bits and pieces of focused concentration in between endless stroller drop-offs and snow days, I’m always hustling across the finish line at breakneck speed.

Consequently, there are piles. Neatly stacked piles, but piles nonetheless. There are piles of books that I constantly refer to, piles of project files that have yet to be sorted, and Freedom Tower-level piles of work-related reading (i.e., a knee-high collection of WWDs.)

When I gaze, unhappily, at all those stacks, I try to channel L.A. interior design guru Kelly Wearstler. Hot mama of two boys and owner of a crackalackin business, she’s known for her “maximalist” style and bold use of color. But at the same time, she is so completely NOT down with clutter. “Decorative boxes, vases and vessels are pretty places to conceal mess, ” she recently told Redbook magazine.

Until I can slow down, catch my breath and do a massive paper purge, I may need to go the shove-it-in-a-decorative-box route. But I might also do a little interim sprucing. I’m lusting over a piece of ocean “wall art” I discovered in a catalog called, hilariously, Improvements. And there’s a French country file cabinet I’ve been eyeballing that I think could help, bigtime, on the organization front.

After all, one’s workspace should be happy and inviting, yes? A little less like drudgery, and a little more like fun?