There has been a positive result of these intersecting factors :
My inability to sit still when I am not working
The winter sun showing up just how in need of a clean the house is
A rare ruthless mood when I'm able to chuck ridiculous items held onto for no good reason.
So a lot of things have been binned or recycled. I have vast amounts of dust up my nose having tackled areas not dealt with in maybe a decade - never mind writing my name in it, I could have carved an effigy.
I'm even hoping to replace these disintegrating curtains - I gave them an extra 20 years of use when they were finished with by someone else. In fact whilst I'm at it, I might even get some for the bedroom too, currently bedecked with ones that don't fit and are a colour I don't like but again are ones I liberated from the scrap heap.
I'm not sure how long this urge will last, to live in (and so somehow try and create) a home that is less cluttered, more ordered. I might even just settle for trying to get the wardrobe doors to shut rather than everything untidily spilling out. That might be tomorrow 's task.
I visit homes where the cushions are colour coordinated. Where surfaces exist that are not totally hidden by clutter. Where swathes of carpet are visible instead of strewn with obstacles that surely could be housed elsewhere.
I only have 4 more days off tho and want to be rested on my return, so I might have to be thankful for what I achieved today.
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