It is cold and rainy today. I daresay I will not be going out. I have been working in the house the past few weeks, trying to establish some organizational sense to what I seem to have crammed into drawers.
Problem is, I simply don’t have the space for things like linens, sheets and towels. So they are all over the house.
I spent one or two days on the gallery wall. Once I started there, I went all over the house looking for nail holes. I have since figured out that I am not good at patching holes and painting over them.
I think my nearly five year old granddaughter could have done a better job. I just don’t know what it is about me and paint.
You can look in the first photo and see my poor attempt to fix a nail hole. Geesh. Please, someone tell me how to fix this.
Don’t you sometimes wonder how things in your house get so entirely out of whack? I mean, suddenly I find Valentine’s decor in a drawer in the dining room I had allotted to dish towels and place mats and such.
I am finding things I’m not looking for and not finding things I am looking for. I am organizing as I go, which means every table top is covered with little piles that seem to make more sense. Dish towels with dish towels. Valentine’s decor with holiday decor, etc.
I stand there looking at all the little piles and think: Now where are you going to magically go? And I start purging some more.
I have mercilessly sorted fabric and given a lot away to organizations that make things for children in hospitals.
I have purged and tossed and filled my trash can each week. Where did all this stuff come from?
I realize I must come up with a better system. I thought I was only bringing in what I had a place for. But mishaps occur.
Like I recently brought in a small cabinet, only to realize it wasn’t going to work where I needed it. So I ordered a very nice little kitchen cart from Wayfair, and it is perfect.
So now what do I do with the cabinet from the junk store?
My garage, which houses my vehicle, and my shed, are full. And even if the shed weren’t pretty full, for some reason I can’t open the doors. And while I’m on that subject, what idiot designed the cheap sheds with flimsy doors that get caught every few inches as you try to push them apart to gain entrance?
I think if I had a gun I would go outside and shoot the shed, just so I would feel better.
And then the hydroton I ordered to plant my house plants in just did not work. My plants started to look sick. So then I had to replant them all in potting soil. And the two heavy bags of hydroton sit on my back porch taking up chair space because where are they going to go?
To make matters worse, my brace I got over a year ago is falling apart. I ordered two others that I thought might work that were far cheaper than the $250 I had to pay for this one. But they didn’t stabilize my ankle adequately because the parts were made of plastic, I discovered when they arrived.
Oh yeah, I’m really sure thin plastic pieces are going to do the job. Who discovered plastic and decided it could be used for virtually everything from sewing machine parts to ankle braces?
Plastic seems to be the answer to everything these days. Which is why I prefer much older sewing machines. NO PLASTIC PARTS. Junk.
And then another very annoying problem is that my current blog design keeps having elements that disappear. What??? So I’m working on getting another.
So now it’s time for my one morning cuppa coffee. Maybe after a little jolt of caffeine the puzzle pieces will fall into place more cohesively. The little piles will blink in neon letters where they really need to go. I can stop shifting things from one spot to another temporary spot and just put them where they belong.
First I have to figure out where they belong. Blink little neon lights!
Okay, I’m finally going to tell you why I seem so frantic. Country Sampler magazine will be here in two weeks to spend a whole day taking photos of my house for their magazine. It is supposed to look summery. Um…yeah.
I just looked outside and my watering can on the back porch, which isn’t small, has been picked up by the wind and tossed all the way to the shed. The one I want to shoot.