Ah, Spring. The flowers bloom, the snow is replaced with rain, the sun makes guest appearances, the allergies kick in and it's usually when people decide it's time to clean out all the useless stuff that's been collecting dust over the long dreary cold winter. Ok sure, it's currently closer to Summer than Spring, but being a little late to the party seems to be a common occurrence for me and Spring cleaning was no except.
As previously posted, I went to Seattle a while ago and ended up coming home with 9 pairs of shoes (please hold disbelief, shock, lecturing and commenting till the end). I needed to make some adjustments in order to accommodate the latest additions to the ever growing shoe collection. Tripping over the 9 boxes on my way to my vanity was just not cutting it. The re-org took 2 full days because along with re-organizing my storage space, I decided to do a bit of spring cleaning and find stuff for the Posh Pal's yard sale in July to raise funds for the Weekend to End Breast Cancer. Ok, that's a lie - it didn't actually take 2 days. That was just how long the whole process would've taken if you put it all back to back. It actually spanned over the course of about a week. Every time I went through a pile of stuff to cull, I ended up with a bigger mess to clean up. Every time I re-organized a small section of my closet or bookshelf, I ended up with a bigger mess to clean up. Every time I took a break to eat something, I ended up with a bigger mess to clean up. You get the picture.
It was a very long week. And after finally ditching some old pictures, getting rid of clothes that I no longer wear, finally letting go of shoes I haven't worn in years and cleaning up the big mess for the ump-teenth time - I ended up with a bigger mess to clean up. And now I have chaotic yet somewhat organized piles cluttering my already small living room to boot. Really, it's a never ending battle. One that could only be resolved by the hiring of a maid if it weren't for the embarrassing fact that I live in a 570sq ft box. Evidently a new solution is needed but until a effortless non-embarrassing way arises, I'll just embrace the "lived in" state of my house and hope the cat doesn't decide to use the mess as a litter box.
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