I talk a lot about my Selective Slob Vision. It is totally true that I tend to not see clutter until I trip over it.
And sometimes not even then.
But I’ll give one to the skeptical-normal-people here. Ummmm, sometimes I choose not to see it.
Today I was at the sink at 12:11 p.m. Normally, my daughter and I eat our lunch at 11 a.m. during the week. But, since it was a church/noon-football-game day, we ate lunch at home today.
As I was at the sink, I saw that the sun was shining beautifully through my kitchen window, illuminating something I had never seen before. My Wizard of Oz figurine-scene-thingy, was one big cobweb.
If I hadn’t been standing there at that exact moment, with the sun shining through, I’d never have noticed it.
And I’d have been okay with not noticing it.
How awful is that?
See, now I know it’s there, and I feel the guilt. Have I done anything about it?
Ummm, no.
I really just wish I hadn’t noticed it.
There you go, normals, you win on this one.
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And in case anyone is concerned for Dorothy, she was mugged along the yellow brick road by some teeny-tiny-fingers at least a year ago. I’ve been meaning to hot glue her back into place . . . .
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OK, I started to hit “publish” but purely out of guilt and this whole blogging-as-accountability thing, I decided to get up and go into the kitchen and stretch waaaaaay up to dust that thing.
Blech.
I keep reading stuff like "if it takes ten minutes or less, do it NOW!" And I think that's a great idea. Then I see something shiny, and —
You could have left the cobwebs there till halloween and called it a decoration!!!!!!
just kidding of course
Oh my gosh, I know what you mean! After cleaning my house for guests a couple weeks ago, I was horrified to notice cobwebs ALL OVER our dining room walls. I soooo wish I hadn't seen them!
(And I agree with your other commenter – they can just be Halloween decorations. Right? RIGHT?) 🙂
Go glue Dorothy back, that’s going to bug me!
too funny about that… i’m the same way-i think i drive my precius hubby mad sometimes. lol. but normally he just grabs a chair and reaches up to dust things for me when he notices-way more frequently than i do. hahaha. tho my biggest problem with “high” to clean is i would see this and that and it would end up taking 30+ minutes and then i’d forget what i ws even doing when i noticed it….. 🙂
That’s funny. In the past I have had a “pile” of things on my kitchen counter needing to be super glued on. Yes, they BUG me all the time they were sitting there until I just can’t stand it anymore. Then I get them glued on and feel so much better. I don’t know why I procrastinate since I know I’ll feel better, but I just hate doing it and it only takes a few minutes! Silly, huh?
My ex-husband used to go bananas about the dust on top of the fridge. Could I see up that high? NO!! Could he? YES! And why didn’t he just dust it since he saw it and I didn’t?
I’ve found myself in this situation MANY times. Not only cobwebs, but dust, too. My house is super dusty. We’d have to dust it everyday to keep it dust free, so it is often easier to block it out. Of course, the guilt sets in when I pick dust bunnies off the surfaces and knick-knacks :/ Think I’ll go on a bunny hunt, now that I think of it. 😉 Have a great weekend.
I go along quite pleasantly until I see the cobweb. I cannot unsee it and it will bug me until it’s cleaned…two weeks later. Kudos for cleaning yours. 🙂
I think I decluttered a brand new Christmas gift for my niece. The sad thing is, I have done that before. I suspect I “set it down” on top of a bag or laundry basket of items to donate.
Oh well, at least if it got donated some kid somewhere might be enjoying the heck out of it!
I just happened to look at the bottom of my boys’ room doorway and noticed chocolate pudding finger prints which led me to really “look” at the door/doorway and walls and notice that they were filthy. How often do normal people clean high traffic walls that aren’t in the kitchen? I checked the hall and girls’ room same dirtyness, that was completely unnoticed by my impaired vision.