I found a quote about housekeeping today that said "My house is clean enough to be healthy, but dirty enough to be happy". It's a cute quote, but not one that I agree with. I love for my house to be clean. I love for the floors to shine, the furniture to be polished and the kitchen sink to be spic and span. My house just looks happier that way - and I'm sure most of you feel that way. I don't have any problems cleaning my house, I just have problems getting it to stay that way. It's an endless cycle, isn't it. But, I've found that organization is the key. If everything has a place, then it's easier to put it there.
One of my main problems is that not everything in my house has a place. We live in a 1920's bungalow home that was designed for a simpler lifestyle than ours. A time when women had one good church dress and enough everyday clothes to last until a weekly wash day if you stretched them out a little. Men had one good suit, and less than a handful of shirts and pants. Both genders usually had one nice pair of shoes and one everyday pair. A hat or two rounded out the wardrobe and it all fit neatly in one tiny closet. Closets were just a waste of living space back then. There are three closets in my house that are about the size of a refrigerator. One is for my seasonal clothes, one for some of the hubby's clothes and the other is a coat and sweater closet. We do have a lot of attic knee wall space, but it's hard to get to. Things get shoved in there and never find their way out. And there's an attic closet for storing the Christmas tree and decorations - but that's about it. Shoes are stored in storage boxes under our tall four-poster bed.
During a renovation back in the 1970's a back porch was turned into a laundry room with a sink, chest freezer, water heater and a washer and dryer. We recently closed off a small section of the laundry room to make another small closet for off season clothes, hubby's hunting clothes and his fifty-seven polo shirts. Yes, you read that right....fifty-seven (57), and that's the short sleeved ones. He buys his own clothes - do you think he's obsessed? Don't tell him I said so.
The obsession doesn't stop there. We're both collectors. I collect old pottery, vintage jewelry, vintage Christmas deco, and roosters. He collects antique fishing stuff - so much that we've got our entire little sun porch themed like an old fishing lodge. He also collects vintage kitchen items. We have every size of Wagner Ware and Griswold iron skillets ever made. And he loves vintage kitchen gadgets - hard to store items - and he never wants to part with them - just like recently when I said, "Let's sell this french fry cutter on Ebay". "No", he said, "I might need that to make french fries at the next barbeque we have". We haven't had a barbeque in ten years. Besides, we don't even eat french fries anymore.
Our chaos continues with the fact that we also have an Ebay store and a seasonal weekend business at the coast. There's the problem of where to put things temporarily when we get in new inventory. It usually starts on the dining room table and slowly makes it's way out. Our dining table has become a half-way station! We're trying to phase out the Ebay business and slow down a little on the weekend business simply because of the chaos.
These are the kind of things I'm going to have to work through one step at a time as I go through my journey of creating my own little organized world. We're going to simplify. Our bigger collections are going to have to go. That will be the next project I'll be working on - it's time for a visit to the local Goodwill or Hospice re-sell shop. Hubby won't even know that the french fry cutter has gone missing - by the time he gets around to doing another barbeque, I can truthfully say I don't know where it is - I probably won't even remember we had one.
***Note: The title of this blog is a quote by the author, Dean Kootz.