The After After Post About the Laundry Room

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I promised a real before-and-after post about my laundry room.

Because here was the real before picture of one thing that had been in my way in the laundry room for weeks months:

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My rolling cart which never fit after I got my last washing machine. I had been moving it out of the laundry room every Laundry Day. Then I’d leave it out in the hallway (where we were always running into it) until I found out someone was coming over. I’d move it back into the laundry room until the next Laundry Day .

Since it didn’t have a real home, it became a clutter magnet.

It was just so convenient. Such a great place to hang clothes, drape clothes that shouldn’t go in the dryer, or generally shove anything I felt like shoving.

I was more-than-a-little excited that my new set made room for this super-narrow cart.

But before it went neatly into its new spot, it needed to not be a big, ridiculous mess.

Time to declutter.

Step One: Get rid of the easy stuff.

The easiest of the easy stuff is trash. It’s always trash. Even if that means assessing the situation and realizing there’s no trash. Which never happens to me. I always find trash.

The other easy stuff is stuff that has a home somewhere else. I don’t need to get creative and DECIDE where to put something, I just need to move it to the home it already has, but wasn’t in.

Things like:

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A pink bandanna that needs to go where pink bandannas go, the Christmas towel that needs to go with Christmas stuff, and the piece of a really cool puzzle book thingy that needs to go in the trash. Because I put the really cool puzzle book thingy in the trash when I realized I’d “lost” some of the pieces.

I kept removing things that were easy, taking them where they needed to go right then, and consolidating the things that were there. I rounded up one of Hubby’s oh-so-useful leftover coffee canisters to hold coffee-scented clothespins, and put my cleaning cloth container on the cart since the top of the dryer is no longer a flat surface.

That container doesn’t actually fit, but oh well. (If you thought you were going to find amazing and perfect organizing ideas, I’m sorry.) Wonder why there’s writing on my cleaning cloths? Here’s why.

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Once it held only what I needed (it was decluttered, not organized), I could slide the cart into its new (or old, depending how you look at it) home. I’ve loved having this stuff in a real home, out of the way, and my laundry room has been much easier to keep under control.

Yay for that.

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Another Favorite Delusion: Tomorrow, I’ll Be a Potato Farmer

I love a good delusion!

Oh my word, y’all.

I abound with delusions. All sorts of them. Someday, I’ll be crafty, efficient, excited to exercise, and who knows what else.

When these potatoes started sprouting, it seemed like a great idea to hold onto them and start potato farming. I mean, I saw an instructional video years ago that sounded like it was super easy and all you needed was a trash can and some dirt. (At least that’s what I remember.)

My 10 year old (she was only 9 at the time) daughter was all for it. We researched, we dreamed, and we considered.

But we didn’t actually do anything. 

Making a potato farm out of old tires sounded fun. We kept dreaming and planning.

And then, the very next week on the way to the lake, we had TWO flat tires on our boat trailer!!! What luck!

Yay for us, the members of Future Potato Farmers of America, not so much for Daddy who had to change both flats and then buy and install new tires.

With the (totally rotten) spare, we had three tires to build our potato-growing contraption. But we couldn’t do it right then, because there was no room in the Suburban to actually haul them back home.

And then I never thought about our Potato Passion again.

Until my Slob Vision cleared on a day spent deep cleaning and I saw that the cute little sprouties of a few months ago had turned into alienish growths of terror.

And I gave up.

Goodbye, endless free potatoes.

Goodbye, dreams.

Goodbye, delusion.

I’m happy to do my part to support Real Potato Farmers. Besides, I learned we don’t eat as many potatoes as I thought we did. The bag of potatoes on the shelf below was scarily sprouted as well.

They all went in the trash.


Decluttering Duhs: The Stink Test

When to Declutter These Shoes Ask the Nose!

I loved these shoes. Loved them. Hubby gave them to me for Christmas a year and a half ago.

Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted. (Maybe because I ordered them myself.)

I bought them before we spent Christmas at Disney World because I knew there might be capri days. Y’know. Days when it was too cool for shorts but too warm for long pants.

(I am so scared that capris might be going out of style. This girl who doesn’t look her best in shorts likes to feel a breeze on her ankles!)

I’m definitely not a fashionista, but I have an aversion to wearing socks and big chunky tennis shoes with capris. But I’m also 42 and shoes (especially shoes worn on days of guaranteed foot pain) must be sensible.

These were sensible and a little bit cute and were meant to be sockless.


But sockless also means stink-guardless.

Oh my word.

For real.

I knew they weren’t at their freshest anymore, but about a month ago I ended up identifying a public smell as me and decided they needed to go.

And yet, I didn’t pitch them the minute I got home.

So, as happens, I was in a hurry one day. I needed capri-appropriate shoes. My toenails were in horrible shape so sandals weren’t an option.

I wore them, hoping I could get away with it just one more time. That the schtank wouldn’t get through this time.

I was wrong. And I was in a meeting. A situation where I couldn’t stand downwind or walk away.

So that was it. I kept them one wear (or, honestly, probably six wears) too long. I resolved to come home and throw them away immediately. (Stinky shoes shouldn’t be donated.)

And I almost did. I just couldn’t find my camera. But now they’re gone. Because remembering to pitch them and having an available camera finally coincided, even if I wasn’t wearing capris at the time.


And now for the Amazon affiliate links. Seriously, they’re great and super comfy shoes. Find them (not the same colors, but the same style) here on Amazon. And if you can remember to wear these doolollies, you’ll stay stink-free a lot longer.



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