today i decided to "clean" my bedroom. i can't describe what a monumental task this is. the last time i really cleaned it was July 2006, right before we left for vacation. and then it all went downhill from there. i could blame it on lots of things.
for one thing, i've gained weight and had to break down and buy bigger sizes (ugh!) but i couldn't bare to get rid of my smaller sized clothes - because i knew i'd get back into them........well now - almost two years later, i am no closer to getting into my old clothes and now many of them are out of style. so there's way too many clothes in my bedroom.
secondly, there's a ton of junk from cleaning other rooms in a hurry. if i need to clean the family room quickly for some reason, like company coming over, i go through the room with a shopping bag or laundry basket in hand. i throw everything that doesn't belong in the room into that bag or basket. then it goes to my bedroom. after repeating this process about 50 times on various mad cleaning sessions, my bedroom is completely trashed - full of bags and boxes of sundry items. there are more than 30 bags of junk i have to go through and about 10 laundry baskets full of ???.
it is very overwhelming - and i get sidetracked so easily....for example, today i spent a couple of hours organizing my art pencils and paints - by color familes!! perhaps i need therapy OR a really good maid.
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I did the same thing today. The cleaning and organizing by color families is therapy - the cheapest therapy I know...I categorize my books by topic. Order just makes my life easier.
Much love - Amy
I'm in the middle of doing the same thing ... with my basement. Oh my word - how did we get so much junk? And how is it that when I attack one pile, it suddenly grows into two? I REALLY DO LOVE ORDER. Someday I may be able to actually live in some semblance of it! Love your blog. You are such a source of encouragement. Thanks!
My piles aren't designated to just one room. Could be the spare room, the closets, my bedroom, the sewing room. Suddenly all that's hidden is in plain sight. No more room to hide. Time to clean. UGH!
This describes my spare bedroom exactly!!! My treadmill has becomes covered with random piles on nonsense. I am totally overwhelmed....and I remember it wasn't long ago that I was on that treadmill everyday!! Urgh.
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