Uggghhhhh. But....
4 months + 20 minutes:
(Sorry, blurry camera phone pic. Can't stop for proper photography when you're on a roll like this!)
(Yes, a timer and everything. It really works for me!) 4 months + 40 minutes:
(I'd still like to hang the thread rack, but my contractor informs me this will require sinking anchors in the wall, and I don't want to do that until I'm sure this part of the room isn't getting rearranged.)
It doesn't take that long! Why do I have such trouble remembering that fact?
Bonus: and thus it has pretty much remained ever since. (Sometimes--not always--a surface is a clutter magnet because it's already cluttered. And clearing it off makes it suddenly not a good place for clutter.)
More inspiration along these lines: Unfuck Your Habitat. The cursing really helps, trust me.
Ha ha! This is inspirational.
ReplyDeleteNow that I have a new language to describe it: I unfucked my underwear/bra/scarf drawer on Saturday. Now, every time I open the drawer, it's a little respite from the rest of the house.
Yes, I know. I'm the defense of clutter girl. But still.