Once again I am in the process of tidying up my craft room and office. This is a process in which I start strongly, peter out in the middle and finish with a less than resounding success (which generally means I am in a worse mess than when I started). I have a lot of stuff (you know this already if you’ve been following my blog for any length of time) and, truthfully, I have a big enough house to fit in all in. If I was organised and neat and able to keep things where they are meant to be. I am also guilty of keeping tiny pieces of paper with mysterious notes or information on them, which means I don’t know if they are important, or, in fact, complete rubbish and possibly not even pertaining to me. For example, today I found a piece of paper with a phone number and “dude” written on it which isn’t terribly helpful in any way, shape or form. Who is the “dude” (besides a character in The Big Lebowski)? Is he a handyman, electrician, rental inspector, landscape gardener or guy next door? It could be anyone and because of that I have bravely thrown the piece of paper away. I’m a risk-taker like that.
I have boxes of magazine clippings of clothes I’ve liked, recipes I want to try and general articles on everything from what to feed your guinea pig to how to throw a bridal shower. There are countless “notes” from hubby (in better days when he used to leave me little love notes in my lunch box) and, for some reason, about four billion (slight exaggeration) post-it notes of various designs and shapes. Lots and lots and lots of magazines to go through and recycle/donate. Bills, receipts and invoices dating back to Lord only knows when. I found several hospital ID bracelets (you know, those little plastic ones they put on you when you’re going to be staying a while) – why keep them? They were hardly a reminder of happy times. I have a lot of notebooks (today I counted 32, which is ridiculous, and that was only on one desk). I have knick-knacks and ornaments, photo frames and albums, diaries and homework assignments from twelve years ago. I am trying to de-clutter and make sense of it all, but, if it doesn’t make sense in the first place, I’m not sure how to do that.
My craft room is no better. I tend to “store” things on the floor. Which means that when I buy things, I bring them home, put them on the floor in the bag they were purchased in, and they stay there, for a period of days (or, let’s be honest, months) until I start t use them or when I remember I actually bought them for a specific purpose. I have a bookcase which is overflowing with books as well as wool, containers of bamboo and scrabble tiles, paints, moulds and unfinished artworks. I have two desks, each completely covered in stuff. I have boxes on the floor and two drawer units filled to bursting. It’s a mess.
But I am determined to have it all neat and tidy, spick and span by the time I start my new job, which is looming ever closer in the distance. If nothing else I want to just find the floor and maybe empty out a couple of boxes that are filled with goodness-knows-what. Or I could just go out for a few hours and pretend it’s all not there…that sounds like a plan, now where did I put my keys?