I would never have said that I was one to enjoy housework, or organisation. I appreciate an organised house, and am not fond of dust and grime, but I’m can’t say I have ever enjoyed the effort or process needed to achieve it.
Over the holidays I visited Ikea with my sister, and impulse bought a few cute crates to sort out under the vanity in the bathroom, and a new shower curtain (OK and a few other things too). When we got back, I cleaned out the vanity, and threw out all the old, random products that had some how migrated under there, and stood back to admire it. Then I had an epiphany.
It makes me happy when the house is organised (I know; it should be an ‘oh der’ but there you go).
Over the remainder of the holidays I sorted out the linen press and chucked out 2 bags of weird random bits of linen. I then stacked it beautifully. I tackled the sideboard, the toys, the change table, and under the spare beds. Every where I went I left a pile of stuff to get rid of. Baby gear to my sister in law; old blankets and clothing to the Salvos; kids clothing to my sister. Country Boy was worried that I was pregnant.
Since the holidays I have continued on my cleaning and sorting spree in my spare moments. On Sunday I tackled our bedroom. I got Country Boy to put up some hooks to hang my winter coats on, and consolidated everything.
The funny thing is, I find myself wanting to continue. I open up the linen press and smile because it makes me happy. It is a pleasure to go to the vanity rather than a hassle. Who would have believed it? I’m turning into a wanna be domestic goddess!
Are you a domestic goddess? Got any tips? Or do you think I’ve gone crazy?
P.S My giveaway was drawn last Thursday. The winners were Anne from Domessblissity and Jobee. Jobee you haven’t left me any contact details. If you could contact me (via the contact me tab) before Thursday 7pm. Thanks!
Linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT