I run a weird ship. Because the priceling and I live with my dad and his wife, the only spaces I have are in my room and my garage. I take care of the kitchen, but it’s not my happy place as I don’t enjoy cooking.
Last weekend, I hired someone I know who is just starting their cleaning business. She came in and did a spanking good job on both rooms… so good, in fact, that the kitchen became my happy place.
Don’t get me wrong, I knew what I needed to do. Clean my room, declutter some area, purge purge purge. I started the process, but then life happened and it went on the back burner and…..
I made the call. Help me with my spaces. Please.
The picture above shows about 1/3 of the crap in my closet. Here’s another view
I didn’t think we’d get it done. I Had to make choices:is it useful, does it make me happy? And does having it on display make my life more serene? Yes, a lot of stuff was cleared out, my art work moved around, just so I can breathe in here again.
It gets hard to be creative when you’re holding on so tightly to everything. I had insurance bills from 2 years ago, reams of stuff I just didn’t need or want. And some stuff, like the princelings art work went into a file.
After next weekend, when I get the garage done complete with new chairs and a crafting table, I’ll turn that artwork into a scrap book.
Time for me to leave, my lovelies. I feel the urge to put pen to paper.
My mind is clear.
Here’s a photo of the after
Trust me when I say it had been covered in cords and clutter. It’s now my happy place.
My art collected at Stockton con got a new home, with lots of white space.