Joking aside, here is 2009 now well underway. While I balk to make resolutions that I will not be able to hold, I would put this new year under the sign of fulfillment that makes me sorely lacking: that of the organization.

I wear a cross probably widely shared: I have all the trouble to remain orderly, and it seems to me that over time, this defect worsens. I even beyond the trickery continually reinvented to deceive: I'm well past master in the art of skillfully concealed papers urgent and other bills at the bottom of a closet, in this kind of subtle sly which we say: "I'll put it here so I know where it is", and that is quick to relegate to the gates of the oblivion.

I assure you I hardly caricature.

In short, this year, the news came Julie, I promise, my life will never be a race against chaos. All have such sincere good will, I am interested logically close to anything that can offer deco cabinets.

Library Broox to end the Bronx

My treasure hunt led me straight in the footsteps of Desalto , which I quite like the simple lines and straight. Dated latest find, a library wall articulated structure adjustable to the size of structures that one wishes to store or wall heights.

Conceived by Italian designer Denis Santachiara , who is not his first attempt on original and stylish - check out his site , originally developed itself, which has a small part of his burgeoning work) - This library can be used both for simple shelf to showcase our large and small trinkets, but also - as we are - ideal for storing everything related records and paperwork.

Now that I've found something to motivate the sort of fed everything superfluous in my lever arch files, I will address this to me which is the despair of tables: the press. I am among those who piled happily under it, to the delight of our cats who take great pleasure in killing my favorite women's magazines my collection of Alternative International .

I have long regarded the magazine holder with a certain contempt, considering it as the prerogative of the obvious bad taste. But I was young and virgin realities of the world of writing, entertaining at the time of temptation to take the train, the attachment that can be worn to newspapers whose ink remains on the fingers as surely as his yellow paper. Today, I no longer have quite the same judgment for radicality of this obscure subject of leisure. This will not solve the problem of the natural slope of feline claws for the ban, but I see myself quite happily with the newspapers that I loath to throw in the magazine rack full leather brand Midipy , which with its coves and its Zipper is more of a handbag hype that stuff to the trash.

Crowing of putting this attractive brand for what Midipy (reborn?), Installed at the edge of southeast hexagonal and that brings the day of the regional know-how with collections of leather and wool, hand-made and totally free of rusticity affected.

On your side, what about the wishful thinking good resolutions for 2009?