I’ve mentioned previously that I do not consider myself a pack rat. I ’squirrel’ things away and I like to stockpile things, especially when I find a smoking good deal on them.
But lately, the clutter around me is starting to stress me out. Maybe it’s the holidays fast approaching, and I ache for a neat house. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I can’t see my desk… or nightstand… or bottom of the closet, any closet. Whatever it is, the clutter around me is starting to muddle my head.
Which is never good.
Because I have enough jumble in my head as it is. I do not need to add to it. In any way, shape or form.
So I’m embarking on a new project. DE-CLUTTERING. Getting rid of crap. Simplifying my life. Turning over a new leaf. Whatever you want to call it, this stuff has GOT TO GO.
What I really want to do is just haul everything to the side of the curb and let the garbage men deal with it. But the common sense part of my head (and yes, I have one, albeit small) says “don’t do it!” I’ve done something similar before, and it creates an insurmountable amount of chaos.
I start running around the house looking for something. I can’t find it. I call my parents and my friends to see if I lent it to them. I didn’t. I call them again to see if they have one I can borrow. They don’t. I run around the house again to double check. It’s not there. I remember I tossed it out thinking I wouldn’t need it. I curse. I skedaddle out to the store and buy a new one. Life is good again. Until the next time I’m looking for something I threw away.
Because I desperately do not want to recreate that scene again, I have decided to go about this strategically. The only problem is that I’m strategy-less. I think I’ve gotten in way over my head. But alas, I’ve made the decision to de-clutter and I’m sticking to it. I have to because let’s just face it – this ain’t working no more.

My head is entering a state of disarray just looking at that photo. And this explains why I pick out my clothes by closing my eyes and randomly pointing. Well, that and the fact that I’m insanely indecisive, so if I don’t randomly pick, it might be time to crawl back into my pajamas by the time I pick an outfit.

I’m attempting to find comfort in the fact that this is all going to change. I’m going to de-clutter my closet and my desk and everything else in this house.
Ahhh, what have I gotten myself into?!?
I don’t know if I can handle it.
Maybe I will just toss everything out of the window and onto the curb. Let someone else deal with it. Why do I never, ever learn my lessons? I can’t do that. History has proven so.
I will conquer this mess, and I’m going to write about it as proof… to the world… well, mostly to myself and maybe my parents who probably won’t believe that their daughter is de-cluttering her life.
Bring it on!









Please excuse the Halloween clings on the mirrors! I’m a bit of a dork, so yeah… it’s what I do.








Aww, look how nifty!
Hmm, does anyone else think it looks like a checkerboard? Well… resemblance to a board game or not, they’ll serve their purpose in catching bread crumbs or steak bits or spaghetti sauce or beer snorted out of a nose while laughing too hard.








