If you’ve ever watched “Clean Sweep”, you know that these three baskets can only mean one thing: a great clean-out has begun! Personally, the fact that it has indeed begun is the very thing that makes it great; the results remain to be seen. Still, I’m off to a good start, considering that these baskets were filled with random sewing stuff yesterday afternoon. We’re doing things here, Friends! The hall closet is already in much better shape, in fact. I have one of those hanging sweater bags on the rod that we use for shoes. Unfortunately, the floor was so cluttered (um, partially with shoes, oddly enough) that the bag kept getting all scrunched up, rendering the bottom two compartments useless. We’d gotten to the point where we would just sort of toss things in and try to slide the doors closed again, which is always a scary situation. Neither one of us could stand it, but I could tell that it especially pained Kevin and he just didn’t want to say anything. [One might also add “or do anything about it”, but that would be unfair considering how uptight I get when anyone gets too close to one of my precious messes. I definitely made my own bed on this one.] Should I be embarrassed that I made him open it up and admire it right when he got home from work, as if I were a 5-year-old or something? Maybe, but that’s exactly what I did. He was really thrilled, though, at the sight of me labeling the baskets.
“You’re going to do a Clean Sweep! Oh, this is good.”
Let’s hope so, my love. Let’s hope so.
Sadly, though, the first part of the sweep unearthed quite a few yards of fabric that I’d set aside for projects and…. Well, and nothing; that’s as far as it ever went. Back to the shelves with yas. There were also a few small projects which were cut and pinned, but had been left crammed in a box for the past two or three years. They went into the trash. Sometimes it’s more work to try salvage this stuff than it was ever worth. Still, I hate to waste fabric. On the other hand, it’s not like it wasn’t being wasted at the bottom of a box for all those years, right?
I am so jazzed about getting this room together. The whole house, for that matter, but this room in particular. Over the past few weeks, I have been coming up with different ideas that would definitely allow a more efficient use of the space, but it’s been impossible to implement them. For example, one is to hang an fold-down ironing board on the wall [I saw this on “Mission: Organization”], but there is so much stuff stacked on the floor beneath where it would hang that I would need to stand on a stepladder and lean across the stuff in order to iron. Can that be ergonomically sound? What are the odds that I wouldn’t end up grabbing a sizzling hot iron at some point? Same goes for re-arranging the shelves, and they are in dire need of it. That’s where I originally started with this project (weeks ago), but realized that—you guessed it—leaning across waist-high stacks of boxes and bins was no way to go about it.
I wonder what it’s like to be born with the orderly organized gene. You must have so many more hours in the day when you don’t constantly waste time re-doing and re-starting because you picked the absolute stupidest way to go about it the first time around.
Of course, it could also be said that one would accomplish more if they spent less time typing and more time sweeping. Where is the fun in that, though?!