I am so glad that I am taking on this project. It feels so good to get rid of things, either by trashing, recycling or donating them. I have visions in my head of a home like one you would see in a modernist design magazine. You know the ones, most people call the rooms “cold” or “empty.” But I love those. There’s usually a couch, a coffee table, a mirror or some art piece, a silver or glass “object d’art” and a delicate looking orchid in an expensive vase. Now, the reason I love it so much is because I remember being in the hospital, and having to direct my Mama to the things I needed in my home. I made a long list of things, with directions of where they were, and I think, even a drawing or two. I don’t want to live like that. It made me anxious. I want to be light and clean and ready to go at a moments notice.
I have a way to go on that goal. But this project is getting me one step closer to it. It is so much work, but I had a friend helping me today, so she was running things to the garage, or another room while I continued to sort and purge. I just loved the efficiency. That never worked with my ex. He always wanted to throw out entire boxes of stuff, but I needed to touch each piece, just to make sure we weren’t throwing out important things. Would it surprise you to hear that I found three rebate checks made out to him today? All of them were written (and expired) over four years ago. Ugh! That made me so mad! But then I remembered that the whole point of this year-long experiment in happiness was to let go of the things that used to make me feel so angry or alone, and begin to build a new life and home full of things and experiences that I love. And oh, are we on the way!
Today I put away all the clothes in the “laundry annex.” YAY! I then removed all the Barbies from the closet, entered the name and serial number into a spreadsheet and sent that to a contact I have that sells things on eBay. With any luck I’ll clear some clutter and make a little money to finance my next project at the same time. If not, the Barbies will be piled in my bedroom until Christmas when the little girl patients at Egleston will be blessed with an embarassment of socially controversial toys. Below are photos of the “boys room” after today’s work.
I changed the bedding, but I may have to try again. Still a little too “35-year-old-woman” for a little boy. Gotta go shopping again, I guess!
And below is the boys room closet. Only the stuff from the shelf is left and that will all be gone tomorrow.
I’m so excited about what I have planned for this closet! I hope it works out. We’ll all see the results soon!
The office didn’t make a huge transformation yet, so I am not going to show any in process photos. But that’s mainly because I forgot to take those photos, it’s almost 11pm, and a severe storm is barrelling toward me. I also spent some time this afternoon cleaning out the storage closet under my stairs, and stocking it with pillows and blankets. Raleigh even has a bed in there. I am ready if we have to go there.
I was also very excited about the changes in the office closet so far. Below is a shot of the closet as it was, once all the office supplies were removed, and then once I redesigned it a bit for clothes.
I put a shirt in there for a little perspective. I think it’s awesome in person. I can’t tell you how much I love a clear, clean space. I actually went in there today and just breathed. Aaaaahhhhhh…. I can’t wait until more of the house is like this.
So there it is. Project 2 is well on the way, and my guests will be here soon. It’s a lot of work, but it would be positively un-Southern to welcome guests into a home that wasn’t ready to make them feel comfortable and at home. And that I feel more relaxed by cleaning out the clutter is a bonus that will make the whole adventure better.
I am now going to go get my baby and go sit in the closet under the stairs. The wind is howling and Jack is starting tyo wimper from what I assume is the pain in his ears from the pressure changes. I will post in the morning to let you know how we did through the night’s storms. Somehow, I feel better able to handle tonight knowing that I have an empty closet, fully stocked for several hours of hunkering down.