Saturday night, I sat on the parquet floor, cross legged and dejected. I had just come to the realization that I was a clutterbug.
R: What's wrong?
I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway.
me: Am I a clutterbug?
R: Yes, but that's why I'm here, to clean up after you.
me: But, you shouldn't have to! I will try to be better.
R: Mmmhmmm.... (all sassy-like)
me: What?! You don't believe me?!
R: No, I believe you, but you might forget to try.
The next morning I woke up with a mission. I tackled our junk drawer --almost every drawer is a junk drawer-- but this one was particularly bad. I had purchased a drawer organizer a while back and crap had accumulated both underneath it and over it. The little plastic tray was suspended in a sea of shit. Then, I organized our pantry and recycled a million shopping bags. After seeing that mountain of bags, I'm really going to try to get better about using our canvas bags. Ugh. Gross.
"Houston, we have a bag problem."
only 2/3rds pictured
Get off your lazy ass and do these things:
- Clean out lower kitchen cabinets
- Throw out my busted Montel Williams blender, RIP (returned to manufacturer!)
Organize kitchen drawers
- Rearrange dining room bookshelf
- Create stationery/ephemera station in office
- Finish organizing letters
Clean out closet bins
- Purge clothes unworn in the past year (2?)
Refold clothes on shelves Make a Goodwill donation run
- Clean out bathroom cabinets/drawers
- Organize hall "linen" closet currently housing DVDs, CDs, & 7"s
- Organize guest bedding
Sort/throw out dog toys
Okay. I think that's it. That's the road to a cleaner, meaner me. The path to minimalist heaven. I know this makes for mega dry reading, but I figure if I make a public declaration here, then I will be held accountable. I'll be referring to this site and may need to call in the troops (just kidding). Wish me luck!