Do you see it?
Blocking the door? Laughing at me?
That’s my master bedroom door.
See, I have this rug. It’s a pretty rug, but I won’t say it’s a nice one, because it’s the opposite of nice. It’s mean.
We were given this rug two years ago. I decided to put it in the master bedroom. There is a perfect space for it right in front of the fireplace. (Did you notice how I just casually mentioned that I have a fireplace in my bedroom? I can’t allow anyone in there to show it off, so I’ll just brag about it here.)
So what’s the problem?
This rug . . . moves. I would assume that it’s only from us walking on it and somehow pushing it, except that it only moves in one direction. And we walk in both. I feel that that proves my point . . . that it is mean.
It moves toward the door. And eventually, when it finally gets its way, it blocks the door completely, either keeping it from closing, or keeping it from opening, depending on whether the door was open or closed when it made its final dash.
In the picture above, it’s keeping the door from opening. Sometimes, it’s almost impossible to get in.
I get it that normal people would just straighten the rug on a semi-daily basis and prevent the rug from getting out of hand. And not-quite-normal-but-not-a-slob people might catch it before it actually blocked the door, and move it back into place.
So what’s the problem?
This is the problem. Stuff.
That’s not a laundry basket with laundry waiting to be washed. It’s not a carefully packed box of Christmas decorations waiting to go to the attic.
It’s stuff. Random, mostly useless stuff.
The master bedroom is my dumping ground. If the house is almost ready for guests, but there’s just that one spot with a pile of mail/papers/whatever that I don’t have time to go through properly before they arrive, just stick it in a box/bag/laundry basket/whatever and put it in the master bedroom.
So when the rug moves toward the door, I often cannot physically pull it back, because of all the stuff. Hubby, who is a way-stronger-than-average hunk, also has a difficult time moving it, partly because the bottom is really rough, and HURTS your knuckles. But thankfully, he suffers, and moves it.
Well, today, in the spirit of my new little-by-little approach to excavating my master bedroom, I decided to focus on the rug. JUST the rug. Get all the stuff off of it. And move the stuff to where it goes. And stop dumping stuff on it, so that when it tries its little trick next time, even I can drag it back to its place.
Here it is now. Yes, I strategically took this picture to show ONLY the rug, and not the chaos that still exists around it.
It’s huge progress, but the room as a whole is still a disaster. Most of the stuff that was on it went in the trash. Out of the three boxes full of randomness, I saved about 6 papers. And I’m not even sure that I HAD to save those.
I’ve been enjoying my cleared off dresser so much, and I know that I’ll enjoy the open space in the middle of the floor as well. I might even have fewer stubbed toes.