I love having that chair next to my bed. It’s a little big for the space, but it’s such a comfortable place to plop down and rest.
What? You don’t see a chair?
Right. I guess that’s a problem.
Having a chair is great, but if it’s just the base of a mountain of randomness, I don’t get to enjoy it
much at all.
While my master bedroom is once again overwhelming, I took about 20 minutes last week to unearth my beloved chair.
1. Plaid boys’ shorts that I have been informed will NEVER be worn by anyone who lives in this house. (Hmmmph.)
2. Clothes that should be hanging in the closet. I’m *guessing* I once-upon-a-time placed the shirt flat on top of the pile to keep it from wrinkling. I’m sure it was only going to be there for a moment.
3. Shorts that I’m tired of finagling so I can wear them with a missing button. I donated them. (My local donation place wants imperfect clothes!)
4. A top I know I wore recently, but that was WAAAYYYY down into the pile . . .
5. A diving stick that didn’t pass the one year test.
6. Various outgrown clothes and office supplies. (Because those things always end up together, right?)
7. A broken purse. I took about sixteen seconds to clean it out since a dread of cleaning it out was the reason I hadn’t gotten rid of it yet.
Finally, the chair was empty:
Please ignore the clutter at the bottom of the picture. I only said I was decluttering the CHAIR, OK?
Immediately, I sat down to enjoy my reclaimed comfy space, and saw this:
Two things in that picture make me very happy. One overwhelms me with the realization I have SOOOO much more to do in there.
P.S. I once thought I’d never let a dog on my bed. But seriously, who could resist that face??