My husband and I checked out our local building supply store this afternoon in search of closet systems, and I discovered something: crappy pressed board covered with fake wood veneer is expensive.
We did it…we purged our closets. We separated clothing into a blue plastic bag–what someone might want–and a green plastic bag–what nobody would ever want. Technically, we’re performing Steps 3 and 4 simultaneously: The Sort and The Purge.
I had no idea he was doing it. After completing my kitchen chores this evening, I came upstairs to find my husband unloading the contents of his closet. “If you’re going to blog about it,” he said, “at least say I was awesome enough to start by myself.”
A few months after we were married, I threw out my husband’s blue baseball cap. He’s never quite forgiven me for that faux pas. But folks, trust me when I say it was a really ugly, dirty, floppy, smelly hat. I stuffed it into the center of a blue garbage bag filled with items bound […]
I must speak with my 11-year-old daughter Sophie regarding her methods for packing school lunches. (My husband and I thought mornings were moving along much more smoothly this fall since our two eldest children started packing their own lunches on previous evenings.)
After much virtual switcheroo , we have decided on a new floor plan, and it hinges on two things: 1) an extreme closet purge and new closet organizers with drawers, eliminating the need for a large dresser in the room, and 2) a new, wider office desk with built in heavy-duty shelving above, eliminating the need for the large bookshelf in the room and the glass desk we currently are using.
Okay, I’m almost finished Step One. Wanna hear “The Dream”?
I want a bedroom flexible enough to serve three functions: it needs to be bright and friendly, conducive for creative work and homework during the day, relaxing and restful for sleep at night, and an alternate television spot for the kids when they jockey for entertainment space in the house.
As promised, my experiment in bedroom organization (and by extension, spousal dynamics) begins today. I’m calling it “Project Bliss and Ecstasy.”
It’s possible that the process will be anything but blissful, but I’m hoping the end result will be.
My chosen organizational guru, “The Organizing Connection,” (OC) offers a six-step program to help procrastinating saps like me reach my clutter-free bedroom goals. My plan is to take a week or two for each step.
I love a good argument, and therefore I think it’s time I tried my hand at book reviews. Tonight, I’m going to read my latest purchase, “Nothing created Everything,” by Ray Comfort and later, I’ll tell you what I think.
I suppose the clutter wouldn’t be such a problem if I crawled out of bed in the morning and didn’t see it again until I crawled into bed the next evening, but I work in my bedroom. (No, no—don’t be silly, I’m a writer.) I know I’ve broken the cardinal rule of organizers and Oprah’s […]
