Certain places in my home - It feels like I need that! Clutter Rescue! Sad but true.So, it's January 2. Time to get to work on it.
But... Where to start???
Our so-called 'Front Room' is depressing to both mind and spirit. 'Front Room'... A left-over from another era of house building. Big room in front of the house... Just off the entry hall... I guess it was still considered *necessary* to have a *Front Parlor* for special guests or some such. I remember that I put a {are you ready for the silliness of this?!?} white rug in there and the best furniture we had. And we basically never used the room! We didn't have many special guests stopping by and I didn't allow family to walk in there with shoes on. Kids were especially told to "Keep Out!" I now cringe at the total stupidity! -sigh- But we learn by mistakes, as well as by *brilliant* choices.
And so, probably as a reaction to the above, when the white rug went, so did many so-called-rules. And eventually, it became a multi-purpose room. Which of course meant.... clutter, and being ashamed to let anyone enter our home, via the front door. As they could -Eeeeeeeeeeek- seeeeeeeeeee into the Front Room! Quelle Horror!!!!!!!!
It's become many things... Partly a play-area for Grandchildren.... A sewing area, for the Graddaughter who {thought she} wanted a sewing machine... A place to store toys, so they'd not be housed in the room we do actually live in.... Old records are piled in there, the old kind you play on an old fashioned machine... Because my husband can't bear to part with them... A section is a {could be nice again} sitting area... CD's and DVD's and videos are in a cabinet in a corner... My husband's piano is in there... My writing desk, in messy disarray {is it any wonder that I rarely write the snail mail I love?} This and that and etc. -sighhhhhhhhhhhhh-
And even worse, I can see in there, from the Den, where my computer is. So, when having fun on my computer, I see out of the corner of my eye... the Clutter Mess. It's always there! Always making me feel a little bit icky. A little bit ashamed of my inertia. A little bit 'down' as they say.
How silly is that? To continue to live this way? When it isn't necessary. How silly and sad and self-defeating and joy-draining and depressing. Doesn't life throw enough depressing things at me? I should continue to depress myself?!? -sigh-
Ahhh but! Is this where I really want to start???? A more wise place would be where {unused bedroom upstairs} the unused-this-year Christmas decorations sit, in bags and bags. Waiting to be re-joined by the used-this-year decorations. And then what? Find places to store them all, yet again. Even though a couple of years ago, I actually did cull ornaments and the like. Never enough though, with me anyway. Culling, that is.
And another weird thing is, I don't really have difficulty tossing things!!!! My husband does! He needs to not watch me doing it, or it's painful for him. He's not exactly a person who hoards. And he keeps many tool-like items, which do prove to be re-useable eventually. That's logical. But he's also one to always say; "But maybe one of the kids will want this." Hahhh... As if!!! So... discretion is the better part of valor. I do my culling and tossing, where he can not see and be sad. :-) Then we're both happy.
So, the question remains, at this early hour... where to begin? I think it's the old Christmas decorations.
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