Recently, out of nowhere, I was hit by a purge and organize wave. Slapped right in the face. And I like it.
I continually have an inner struggle going on. You know, good vs. evil kind of struggle. In my case it's the part of me that wants to be all OCD and and have a spotlessly clean house that is at odds with the part of me who just wants to look at pinterest all day. The pinterst Autum has been winning for a while and the OCD Autum has been out of sorts and grumpy. Even though she pouted and begged for attention, I managed to ignore her most days. It had reached a point where she seemed but only a distant memory, just someone that I used to know.
Then without calling first, without warning, OCD Autum was back. Wohoo! Welcome home girl. My house has missed you. Terribly.
All joking aside, I've never been truely OCD about cleaning, I'm much too lazy. But I do prefer to live in an orderly house. I like things to be easy to find, I don't like to look at clutter covering every surface. But for the past year or even two, my standards had lowered for what I could live with. I was living with it, but not content. My house was not a pigsty, but definitely more cluttered than I preferred. It didn't bother me enough that the floor needed sweeping to prevent me from reading blogs or watching tv. I let it go, but din't feel good about it, about myself.
Back in May, Mitch and I rented a house at Ocean Isle Beach for our Anniversary. It was so nice to be able to relax and just hang out in such a clean and uncluttered house. I was stuck by the fact that I cleaned while I was there, I did our laundry, and I cooked, but I never felt like it was a chore or that I had to make myself do it. I think the difference was that number one, it never took long, and number two, there was a sence of accomplishment when I was done. Why, because the house just had what we needed. It didn't have all the extra piles of stuff everywhere. A lighbulb went off. Yes, it should have been a duh moment not an aha moment, but for me something clicked. I have not wanted to clean, because there is no feeling of accomplishment when I'm finished, because I have let too much stuff acumulate. I'm by no means a hoarder, but when the bathroom cabinet is full of half empty bottles of lotion and shampoo, the once clean counters are now cluttered with brushes and bottles. When it's a fight to get a clean shirt to fit in the drawer, laundry is more likely to pile up because it's just so darn annoying to put things away. A domino effect that can be traced back to too much stuff.
Goodness gracious, this is turning into a wordy post, isn't it? I'm getting all philosophical about cleaning out my drawers.
Really, why did I put it off so long. I love purging, but even more that that, the results. I cleaned out my underwear drawer a couplle weeks ago, and for days, I would open it just to look at how nice it looked.
The day before yesterday, I got brutal with the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I tossed so much stuff and it felt so good. Ten year old bottles of perfume, yes it may have been expensive perfume, but if I haven't used it in five plus years, I'm probably not going to start using it next week. I feel like a weight is falling off my shoulders. It's not gone yet, but the eviction notice has been delivered.
Yesterday I tackled the utensil drawers in the kitchen. I have a box to take to goodwill of knives and gadgets that never get used. Besides steak knives, I use the same two or three knives for all my cooking, why do I need ten different knives? I don't, they're outa here.
I used little dollar store baskets too keep the gadgets corralled, I washed those and edited out what wasn't being used.
I first saw this done at Under The Table and Dreaming and I organized my junk drawer. I was amazed by how easy it was to get customized drawer dividers. Thank you Stephanie Lynn.
Next up is the dreaded space beneath the kitchen sink. I want to add some shelving, not sure how, just going to fly by the seat of my pants. I'm going to take on one closet and cabinet at a time, like eating and elephant, you have to do it one bite at a time. Although, I don't know why you would want to eat an elephant.
Please don't laugh at my goal, it sounds silly, but what I aspire to achieve is a state of orderliness so that if I were ever in an accident and had to send someone to my house to get something for me, I would not be mortified. Silly right? Kind of like when your mom tells you to always wear clean underwear in case you are ever in an accident. I don't foresee being in the hospital and sending someone to go through my drawers, but I want to feel like if I had to, it would not be a traumatic even. It's good to have aspirations, right?