My house has become embarrassingly messy. All except for the nursery, which I'm rather proud of, because it's orderly. Orderly! As for the rest of the house, I have photos to motivate myself into some sort of before-after transformaaaaation.
I'm trying the Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up book that everyone's been raving about, partly because we need to tidy and I don't like having a lot of STUFF that has no reason for being in my house, and partly because the doctor told me I'm not healing well from my surgery and they think I'm dealing with some major allergy of some kind, so it's time to SERIOUSLY assess what we can do because I am not going through that surgery again. Throwing out stuff that gathers dust is a good place to start.
Kondo was a quick read, and I appreciated that its approach is very minimalist, and argues firmly against merely organizing stuff (all those life-hacks for sorting your shoes, keeping your collection of scarves in order, etc are No Good in KonMari world) and more for the drastic reduction in the amount of stuff. The problem with the KonMari method of cleaning is that (LIKE ALL OF LIFE) it works better if you have money. Getting rid of stuff and saying if you really need it again later, just buy another is fine and dandy if you have money to spare. It's probably easy to pare down clothes to only the things that "spark joy" if you have a fair amount of clothes from which to choose. That said, I still managed to cull a ton, so that probably speaks in favor of the KonMari method in that even though I don't have a knee-deep pile of tops to choose from, I still weeded and felt refreshed for doing it. Point Marie.
I appreciate the concept of acknowledging that things can bring us a certain kind of pleasure, and that happiness things brought us doesn't have to be stretched through infinity until we die with a house full of stuff that at one time brought us a spark of joy. Things can be enjoyed fully and deeply, and then gently let go once they've completed the job they came to do. You don't have to drag everything out. It seems very pragmatic and practical to assess things not by what they have given us, or might give us in the future, but by what they're contributing to our lives now. The practical nature of this type of assessment speaks to my sensibilities.
Of course, we're nowhere near done.
Clearly. Ugh. The bedroom became the dumping ground for all the little things without homes in the house post-baby, AND we took down some stuff from the walls because when we had the crib in the room, it was up against that wall there. So now the crib is in the nursery and the dresser is back where it belongs but the walls are bare and sad. And since we don't own, we aren't investing in painting the ick walls. D:
Here, have some pictures of a cute out-of-focus baby instead.
So many socks have been found. So many socks, so few mates. Sorry socks.