I’m pretty sure one of the reasons I blog is because I really like embarrassing myself in public on purpose to let others know that they’re not alone in the daily life things that they struggle with. In particular, the bane of my existence is housekeeping. I’m a clutter bug. I own too much crap for the space I live in, have too few storage solutions AND I don’t have that magical skill where I look at an object and say, “I know exactly where this belongs!” which is mainly why every flat surface has some sort of clutter on it. The floor included.
For the millionth time, I’ve decided enough is enough… and I’m embarking on a valiant attempt with my sidekick James (or am I James’ sidekick? No… He’s the sidekick. This is my blog, I’m the protagonist here) to declutter and organize the castle.
I started out by walking around my apartment writing a huge list of all of the major glaring problem areas and obvious tasks to do… a la suggestion from Apartment Therapy’s January Cure which I’m loosely following along with as my guide in this process, and there has been some movement on getting some of those tasks done.
One thing that’s become really apparent is we need to to get some additional storage. Part of the everywhere is so cluttered is because we literally don’t have places to put things. I can’t remember where he heard it, but the phrase that James has been throwing around all week is, “We need to grow up and find The Container Store.”
So, I decided as part of this whole mission to declutter… I’d give a rare exclusive peek into just how imperfect things are around my house and be really candid about the fact that I do not live in a home that belongs in a magazine.
Admittedly, this photo is for shit lighting wise… but I’m too lazy to get up and retake it, so I’ll just describe it to you… There’s a shoe rack that’s overflowing with shoes, there’s a bedframe that we don’t have anywhere else to put, there’s a bag of laundry that’s outgoing siting there blocking the path, stuff overflowing out from one of the storage rooms, and there’s a poorly organized shelf of kitchen crap.
Here’s a picture of the shelves of kitchen crap:
In fact, I don’t really like this shelf of kitchen crap at all… It’s outside of the kitchen, for one and two, the floor that it sits on is kinda bouncy so that when you walk by this shelving unit there’s this unsettling rattle of dishes.
Room A is currently a storage closet… primarily a storage closet which houses things that belong to me. It houses my “hang up” clothes, crafty items, and various other entertainment media. It’s a tiny room. I’m not exactly sure the measurements on it… but it’s small.
You also can’t see the floor in it.
I have visions of this room being either an in home yoga studio or a home office. I want to make it a little more functional than a walk-in closet that you can’t actually walk into.
The clothes need to be sorted through… a lot of stuff doesn’t fit anymore.
The writing on the walls came from a former roommate, I’m not sure whether to keep it or to paint over it and make it my own.
This is probably one of the more organized rooms in the house, honestly… but it’s still pretty bad. The counter is cluttered. The sink is full. More than one thing could use a healthy dose of surface cleaner. The recycling is overflowing. We have one too many microwaves… but at least most things have their place here.
A cluttered desk that shouldn’t even be there… Stools that have no table… Two grocery bags full of towels sitting on top of sub speakers that James keeps telling me he’s going to sell.
The Living Room
Can you say gear case and guitar amps? Oh and a huge canvas painting that I don’t know where to put after taking it down to make way for a bookcase? That’s totally hiding the couch and all the clothes that have not been put away on top of it.
Clutter is killing the hutch. There are clothes to put away on top of the dresser.
Oh! Milk crates totally sit on chairs in our house.
This room is home to the perpetually unmade bed. Also, there’s a ton of crafty stuff that belongs in Room A, but is in here because I never go in Room A because I can’t walk in it.
So… there you have it, that’s the tour of the homestead.
Seeing as I’m pretty inept at this kind of thing, suggestions and encouragement welcome. If you got a great idea from looking at all my junk, I’d be happy to hear about it.