I generally keep my house relatively clean. It isn’t ever going to rival a picture from a Martha Stewart magazine, but I like to keep things tidy. However, my bedroom is another story. There always seems to be something more pressing or exciting than cleaning my room.
It is the one part of my house that I never seem to be able to get to. I blame this problem on space issues. After moving into the Red House I had to downgrade from two full closets to one. Needless to say, this did not work well, especially considering my addiction to buying clothes. My bedroom had piles of clean clothes and boxes from my old closets. They overflowed into my room and I couldn’t even shut my closet doors. The sight of this mess depressed me every time I saw it, so I avoided seeing it in daylight as much as possible and at night I would turn off the lights as quickly as possible. Classic avoidance techniques and they seemed to be working for me.
However, Cath finally decided that enough was enough and threatened to turn me into one of those disturbing hoarding shows on cable tv. So with the fear of national exposure looming, she and Rachael helped me go shopping in my own room. We went through all the piles of clothes and I found a lot of fun clothes that I forgot I owned or couldn’t find. And Rachael hung and organized them in my closet…my one closet…and they fit…the doors even close without force!
So after two days, the removal of 4+ bags of clothes,
a little help from the Squash,
and multiple trips to the garbage can,
my room is a lot bigger than I remembered and I no longer have a fear of embarrassment on a cable tv show…