Oh, how I wish I were neat and tidy… How I wish I could get a box of books in the mail, unpack them, put them on the shelves, and recycle the box all within 15 minutes of their arrival. But, alas, that is not me. I do not have a company-ready home. I am the person who does the mad-dash emergency cleanup when a friend calls and says “I’m coming over.” The idea of an unannounced visitor gives me the chills. And not in a good way.
When a new shipment arrives, I do generally open it right away, but I usually don’t unpack it. Instead, I balance it precariously on the top of Mount Boxmore, where it sits in a place of honor until the next shipment should arrive. On a day when I need to pack orders, it’s often an adventure in itself just trying to juggle the boxes around to find the particular book I need.
I really do dislike living this way, and I’ve tried all kinds of head games with myself to make it stop. The most effective by far, though, is always the threat of impending company. I have a friend dropping by tomorrow evening to dye some clothes with me. If we could set up the buckets of dye in the middle of the kitchen, I’d be happy – the kitchen is clean. Company-ready, in fact, and has been for several weeks now (*blush*, I’m so proud!). Even the living room, which she will have to walk through to get to the kitchen, is the best-looking it’s been in months. It’s not perfect, but it’s not mortifying anymore, and that’s progress…
Unfortunately, a bunch of dye baths in the kitchen just can’t be a good idea, and we’re going to have to be outside. Being out in the back yard requires walking through the family room. I’m not joking when I tell you it will be a task just to clear a path to the back door. Oh, how embarrassing. So, while I rack my brain trying to come up with ways that we can do this without exposing her to my family room with the toys all over the floor and the gaping holes in the furniture upholstery, I figure I ought to at least do something about those boxes of books & videos.
It took me an hour and a half, and I’m still not done, I’ve uncovered orders that showed up here in April, but I quit. I’m hot and tired. The boxes are all emptied, broken down, and in the garage awaiting recycling day. Most of what was in the boxes has been put away, and what is left is stacked up nicely. Even if I don’t manage to finish this tomorrow, I will at least be not so horrified to let anyone see it.
I still would like to avoid this room tomorrow night – there’s no way to fix all that ails it in one day. [If anyone has evidence that three buckets of dye in the kitchen isn’t a big deal, please leave me a comment – I *want* to believe this, so I can just close the family room door and forget it.]
Ah, but enough about my housekeeping inadequacies.
You know, I promised you all a clay-related post oh, about 5 days ago… Sorry about that. Maybe tomorrow? I’ve got some new creations to scan in, too. I made little posy rings and hairpins. Right now, though, I need to log out and reacquaint myself with my husband. He’s a clay/fabric/blog widower lately and I think he needs a hug