My bedroom, however, is ready for surgery. Monday I cleaned it top to bottom. Vacuumed the walls, mopped the floor, boiled the bedclothes on the stove (really!), cleaned the blinds, and washed the furniture. I used to keep my dining room table leaves under there. No more. I found dust bunnies the size of large rats. I also found a bag with Christmas gift wrap that I can’t even remember putting under there. I haven’t wrapped a package in probably 15 years. It was a shameful moment for someone who considers herself a pretty dang good housekeeper. (Hanging head in shame!)
Sunday I cleaned and washed our bookshelves in the living room and sent another 4 or 5 boxes to the thrift store. I even got rid of a few vases that I absolutely loved because I didn’t use them often enough.
Take that, dust mites!!!
What’s I find really weird is that you would never walk into my house and say, “Wow, she sure a lot of stuff.” It’s not cluttered looking or over-decorated.
Next up? My office. I’m even going to sell my Colonel Winthrop secretary desk. It’s just too dang big. I also have a few small and lovely tables that will probably hit the skids, too.
I remember when my mom moved to Texas to marry my step-dad (RIP to both), and she bought just what was barely necessary for their apartment. Two chairs, one small set of dishes, a round card table (which I still have) with a floor length tablecloth for a dining room table. I thought she was a bit nuts (I was 17 years old.) NOW I get it.
Not the secretary! Oh my, you did a lot of work. I never purchased any new furniture. Ours were hand me downs that were re purposed. I have some pieces that I truly love to use, but like you there are some that are just trapping dust. I do the thrift store clean out several times a year. I also put a lot of stuff up on Ebay if I have the time. I love giving stuff away that will be used by someone else. That’s the best part of cleaning.
I would ask if you would be willing to take on my condo but it would be for not. With my mother, I clean on Sunday and by the time I get home Monday night it looks like I have not touched the place in years (decades on a bad day).
Oddly enough, Mom’s side of the family is known for their excessive fondness of order. Mama was always a stickler for neatness and a home that was always showroom clean. Good thing she landed with the one child that takes after my dad’s side of the family tree where pat racks reside. My relatives laugh that it is now I that find my mother’s habits wanting. My brothers (and sisters in law) would go crazy.
Well not really the weekend. Usually I clean on Sunday since I volunteer on Saturdays so it is more like 24 hours before I expect Hansel and Gretel to show up as they followed the trails of cracker/cookie crumbs.
Last joyflight to Philly reminded me of the old days riding the bus in Mexico with chickens in their cages. Same noise level too. Oh, but the people were far more polite and I don’t ever remember getting goosed prior to boarding the bus.
I have not flown in years and will not miss it if I never fly again. It has lost all the wonder and become just another annoyance. You might as well be on a bus or the metro but they do not require you arrive two hours ahead of time to treated like dirt.