If you’re a fan of Sex and the City, no doubt you will have drooled over the amazing walk in closet that featured in the films. I have to to confess, I have a similar
walk in box room full of crap closet.
While this should be a thing of envy, in reality, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
I’m not very good at decluttering; and while at the beginning of the month one of the top things on my list of ‘to-do’s was to create a room I could work in, I’ve not quite finished with the decluttering of said walk in closet. In fact, it’s bigger than a closet, it’s a box room and I may even be guilty of recluttering.
With just a few days left until the end of the month, it wouldn’t be much of an overhaul if I left this job unfinished, so I just have to give it another go. I’ve already spent some time clearing out the space; filling five rubbish bags already, but the job isn’t even half done – does junk breed?
I want this space back. I’m going to have to attack it bit by bit, because it’s one big scary pile of stuff. There are shelves full of books, outgrown children’s clothes which I’ve procrastinated over what to do with, toys with sentimental value, every school book my daughter ever came home with, my clothes I can’t bear to chuck, an assortment of lamp shades, pointless bric-a-brac and not forgetting, a rather too real looking plastic dog pooh which is lying on the floor to scare people off. Oh the glamour.
I’m just going to have to be ruthless and
shut the door again get on with it.