Anyway, my post about guilt struck a chord with some of you. I feel guilty because I'd rather do anything than housework and I continually feel that I'm a housework slut. I look at craft blogs and rather than think 'my goodness, that felt corsage with a button sewn on it is fabulous!' I imagine how pristine the blogger's home must be in order for her to have the time and clear conscience to make little 'pretties'. My house is just full of....well, I call it eBay stock, Big Man calls it shite (he's not the most eloquent of men). We both agree it's 'stuff'. When we made our annual visit to my sis-in-law Sophie's place which is very minimalist and clean, all I could say afterwards was 'where was all her stuff?'. I tend to think people without oodles of 'stuff' are pretty boring (well I would, wouldn't I ;P) and was gratified when a first-time visitor to our place, a friend of Red's said yesterday 'you've got so much cool stuff here!'. (As an aside, Carb Addict was prancing around to 'The Boys Are Back In Town' on my iPod wearing blue winceyette pjs and a jaunty Tyrolean hat, picked up for 50p last week in a charity shop. We strive to make an impression chez nous).
In an attempt to bring some order to my life and because I just CAN'T live in this turmoil any longer, I have decided to follow Flylady's Beginner BabySteps program. Plenty of people on MSE.com swear by it though it looks a bit like nibbling round the edges to me at the moment. Day One was Shine Your Sink. Day Two is Get Dressed And Tie Your Shoes Up. Hmmm. That doesn't really help when my cupboards look like this:
We have two sets of stairs at our place - this is the cupboard under the kitchen stairs.
It's full of implements I just HAD to have - mini chopper, giant cupcake baking tin,
apple peeler, burger maker. Utterly shameful mess.
Cupboard under (now shined) sink. Note nine bottles of Stardrops.
Can't find anything in here without getting everything else out :(
Tins, veggies, stuff from Approved Foods....it's all crammed in here.
Luckily I was able to thin it out a bit this evening by donating to Carb Addict's
Harvest Festival. Hope they like hot dog sausages!
Cereals we don't eat but kept in case I decided to make Rocky Roads one day.
I've made Rocky Roads loads of times but the cereal remains unused.
Everything falls on top of me when I open these doors.
I tried to organise this cupboard by getting Big Man to cut pieces of 2"x4" that I
could use as tiers on the shelves but it didn't really work. Plus I can't reach the top shelf
so can only use honey when Big Man or Mr Charming are home. Or get a chair,
and frankly who can be arsed with that?
So you can see why I think shining my sink is not going to make much of an impact in the scheme of things. I AM going to make a big effort in the next few weeks to tidy and declutter as much as I can - after all, it's one of my goals on my profile so I suppose I've got to do it. I always have this feeling that I'm not allowed to do things I enjoy or like, or even just slack off whilst the house is so messy - almost as if I don't deserve to kick back when there's so much to be done....it's that female guilt thing again I guess. I just can't let things go to rack and ruin whilst I sew or knit or paint or read and though I doubt very much that Big Man would say 'why are you reading Heat magazine when this place looks like a tip?' (he wouldn't dare!) I always imagine that he disapproves.
Maybe I've just got a complex. Am I (and my house) beyond hope?