Maybe 365 Days Of Tidying-Up

Husband and I got these ‘hanging drawers’ several months ago after I read in some article they were good for organizing. But I find them pretty annoying! 1. Our clothes and underpants fall out constantly and 2. It isn’t that easy to see what we have. I am thinking of scrapping the whole thing and getting a chest of drawers.

I am OBSESSED with my Keurig and experimenting with different combinations of pods and chocolates & peppermints for the ideal cup of quick coffee. So this area of the counter is a disaster! But I don’t want to put them all in a container because I like seeing my options. On the other hand *gestures at this*

My Husband bought some ZAZZY colored pants before he left and wanted to wear them so he threw them in the wash “with some other things that looked similar” and as a result several of my tank tops turned a sickly grinchy gray, a thing I could have sworn only happened on geriatric 90s doofus dad sitcoms. So I got some new shirts, which is the opposite of decluttering. But I got rid of some other shirts to balance it out, including a shirt that I “could wear to a business thing.”

What does The Method say about what to do with kids’ clothes that are stained or have stuff wrong like a broken zipper?! I presume they’re too garbage to donate, so I guess just bin them? In other news, my Husband is getting home tomorrow from a work trip so I can get back into my decluttering project. He’s cooked ever since we moved in together so I sort of don’t know how to cook anymore. I boiled some egg noodles today and then was like. . .we have no butter, what am I going to put on them, jelly?

Finally accepted that some of my shirts with adorable plagiarized slogans on them like ‘I will read on a boat/I will read with a goat/I will read on the train/I will read in the rain’ I will NEVER wear because they are itchy as fuck. In the goodbye pile they go.

Goodbye, very pokey and itchy and saggy couch pillows that were always jabbing me in the side with fuckin goose feathers and hello, normally-behaving pillows from Costco.

Begrudgingly accepting Baby is no longer fitting into newborn clothes but instead bursting out of them like a CrossFit instructor. Taking them out of her dresser drawer.

Today what wasn’t sparkin mah joy was some random-ass phone apps I hadn’t opened in ages (if ever!). An app that promised to, but did not, identify a flower if you took a picture of it. What it did was say “Can you get closer?” and then “I’m sorry, I can’t identify this one.”

Age 6 WILL NOT wear pullover sweaters (I don’t even know why they carry them in the stores!) because they are too itchy/hot/horrible and I can’t say I blame her. I hated all mine, too. So they went into a donation bin at her school, possibly there exist children who like them or would wear them.

Finally acknowledged that the Christmas tree is not giving me Supreme Joy so took all the ornaments off today and threw out the bottom bits & bobs in the ornament box. Something must have been wrong with that devil tree, since it never needed any water. The entire month and a half it was up it stood there, rejecting the water tenderly provided in the tree stand. Now the problem is how to get rid of it on the fifth floor of an apartment in the city. Right now I am planning to put it on the balcony so my husband can have company when he’s out there.