There’s been a shift in the weather, and it’s a full moon, and last week the plumber came to fix the sink. Literally. He fixed the sink. And a few other things.
It all started with the plumber and the need to clear out under the sink.
I started to throw things away.
God, it felt good.
Crap that’s been taking up visual space and a little spot in my brain for years is in the trash and out of my life.
Okay, so if you look around my house you won’t see much of a change. Under the sink was only one source of crap and visual clutter. Much of the rest of it is either out in the open, or all over the friggin’ basement.
There is more visible, usable counter space on one side. But in the moment that I got one counter cleared off, a new toaster arrived which is taking up even more space on the other counter, along with the old toaster. I’ve got t0 keep the old toaster for now because when the new toaster heats up it emits toxic fumes.
I’m not cooking toast in toxic fumes.
So until we can get the heat to burn off whatever toxicity came with the new toaster, there will be two toasters. It may take awhile.
Toasters aside, what’s been happening since last Thursday is something I’d normally classify as Fall cleaning. But it’s not. I generally feel the need to do some seasonal cleaning, but the follow-through is usually lacking. This is something else. Cleaning out under the sink was the catalyst to looking at all of the crap in a new light.
Basically I look at stuff and think “Trash, recycle or donate?”
If there was a dumpster in my yard right now, I’d be filling that sucker up.
It’s not just the purging though. There is cleaning and organizing going on too. It’s probably a really good thing that the nearest Container Store is a couple of hours away.
There’d been a print sitting on the kitchen table for a couple of weeks. Pretty much everything that comes through this house spends a little time on the kitchen table. I’d gotten a frame for the print. Good. The frame was keeping the print clean, especially since it was on the kitchen table. I had a place to hang it, but hanging it required moving furniture and my ironing board and all of my sewing stuff.
Yes, the kitchen is also my sewing room.
Moving the furniture, which never gets moved, meant an opportunity to clean behind it. It was, ahem, long overdue for some attention with the vacuum and a duster and a little elbow grease.
Generally, I don’t have greasy elbows. Just in case you were wondering.
In the end, a five minute picture hanging job took about an hour. But it looks nice and fresh over in that corner which is, once again, inaccessible due to all my sewing stuff being back in place. I even ironed the tablecloth.
I don’t know if you appreciate the gravity of me ironing anything.
I’m hoping I can maintain this momentum. It’s really gratifying to see small, positive changes.
And the basement awaits.