Five days.
That's a big blog gap for me when I'm at home.
Let me catch you up.
Yesterday we fetched the girls back home from the beach.
Big E and I were there long enough to eat two meals,
indulge in s'mores, go down to the beach once,
and (!) I saw a pod of dolphins frolicking.
The beach was perfect, and the girls had a fabulous time,
but I'm still glad I stayed home to work on the house.
My week progressed much like it began.
I'd clean, move, sort, and divest until I felt like this:
Then, I'd eat some yogurt or cereal and watch The Closer
until I felt more like this:
and then I would begin again.
The end result is that:
- The back porch has 90 percent less stuff in it, and conceivably someone could spend the night back there if they were either quite desperate or we blindfolded them.
- 9 more bags and one box of Stuff went to Good Will.
- I can see the floor in The Closet of Doom.
- 75 percent of the procrastination piles are gone.
- My kitchen counters are as uncluttered as they will ever be.
- My pins are sorted. (I think that bit of organization is the result of heat delusion. Seriously, I have 5 different kinds of pins, and they are all on their own pin cushions. Oh, and the needles are now all in their own box. Fleeting heat inspired mental illness? Most definitely.)
- The collage papers are organized.
- And, I am no longer claiming that shoving all of my interfacing, stabilizer, and fiberfill behind the bookcase is an "Organizational Technique". They are now in their own box, with a space on the shelf (and not on the floor) thank you very much.
The sad bit (beyond the whole pin issue) is that I'm not done.
The back porch needs more work,
there are still two three sets of piles that need to be sorted in the sewing room,
and I only typed up one of my sets of lesson plans for the upcoming Baking Classes,
and my bedroom still looks like a teenager lives there.
Happily, I'm only halfway through season two of The Closer, so there is hope.