Yesterday was Wednesday, which meant I didn’t have a big cleaning task to do. Normally, Wednesday is my run-around day, but since most things don’t start up until after Labor Day, I was freeee!I decided to spend two hours decluttering.
And I chose to work on . . . . the master bedroom. The big, bad, ugly master bedroom.
I started with eliminating the pile at the end of the bed. The pile that was seriously making me wonder if I had grown taller over the summer, since my feet didn’t have as much room they used to.
ANYway, after about 20 minutes, the end of the bed looked like this:
The CD player was there so I could practice a song, and the book was there so my daughter could write down where she put everything that I asked her to take to another room.
Not that I asked her to.
Not that she knows how to spell.
But alas, the above picture is . . . ahem . . . strategic. Meaning, you can’t see the floor on the right side of the bed.
My side of the bed.
It looked like this:
Basically, in the past year of decluttering like a crazy-woman, I got rid of tons of stuff. I found homes for tons of stuff. But there were still things that baffled me. Things I knew shouldn’t go in the trash, like recipes or photos or books I have yet to read. So all of those things congregated in this spot. And of course, they were soon joined by their trashy friends.
This side-of-the-bed project required thoroughness, and I had a 2 hour chunk of time to devote to it. I decided to trudge along for an hour and a half, sorting the masses of stuff into piles as I went. I created stacks of books, magazines, photos, recipes, school-supplies, etc. on the bed. I kept working my way through the pile, continuing to sort, until I had 30 minutes left. At that point, I put the piles in their new homes. Some are in permanent homes, but some are in stacks on the corner bookshelf, waiting for the rest of this area to be unearthed, so I can get to their real homes. This only took about 10 minutes, and so for the last 20 minutes, I switched to the “go ahead” method. Meaning, any unearthed item was immediately taken to its new home, even if that meant walking to the other side of the house. I didn’t want to be caught with the “Time’s Up!” excuse, and still have a pile of stuff on the bed.
It’s not my dream “after” picture, but it’s progress! And it feels so great to be able to walk freely on that side of the bed. You know what it’s like when you get out of the car after a long drive and your arms and legs feel fantastic because they can finally move around? I never realize how much crazy maneuvering I have to do to step around clutter until it’s gone.
I’m hoping, hoping, hoping that one more 2 hour decluttering session will get this spot finished!