Spring has sprung and now is the time for the semi-monthly (okay–semi-annual) cleaning of my house. Why do we do 'spring cleaning'? Why not fall cleaning? Or better yet, winter cleaning? The thought of starting spring by staying inside and cleaning is such a drag
İ'm dreading tackling my infamous 'craft' closet. Let's face it. I'm dreading tackling any of it. I've told y'all I'm no Heloise, the guru of all things pertaining to cleaning everything. It takes me quite a while to get up the gumption to venture into that closet more than any other part of the house. Probably because it's fuller than "Fibber McGee's." And NO I'm not that old. When I'm in my car, I like to listen to a lot of the old radio programs my parents grew up listening to. Unfortunately, with my poor attention span, I usually have no idea what's happening. Thank goodness these newfangled radios have a rewind option. As long as David doesn't turn off the car, I can go back and listen to what I've missed while my mind wanders. It usually does no good but it beats listening to what passes for 'music these days and that includes my genre, country-western. A very nice lady I once worked with referred to it as countryrestroom and that was when it was still country-western and not country-restroom. Ha Ha!
Anyway, I digress as usual. I can't help it if I have the attention span of a fruit fly.
To ease into this mad idea that I need to be cleaning, I decided to tackle one room at a time so as not to get overwhelmed and quit like I usually do. (Which can be very bad when everything is piled up in the middle of the room.) Up first on the agenda was my bedroom closet. It's amazing how much stuff (junk, crap) one can stuff into a closet not much bigger than the size of a postage stamp. I found, in the course of throwing everything out into the middle of our bathroom floor, that I possessed dozens of pairs of shoes, probably only of which I wear four or five pairs. The crazy thing is, I've divested myself of a dozen or so pairs in the last year. Where did they all come from? I'm not what you'd call an avid shoe shopper. I don't like to shop for shoes at all. I guess the problem is once I purchase a pair, they never find their way back out of my closet.
I also own probably 15 or 16 pairs of cheap flip-flops that I've accumulated over the past few years. When I get a pedicure or my toenails polished, the salon I frequent gives me a pair to wear until my nails dry. I wonder if our granddaughters would be interested? Probably not.
I have enough team t-shirts from when our granddaughters played softball to clothe a couple of teams. They come in a variety of sizes since I never seem to stay the same size for more than a few months. I go up and down more than a yo-yo. I have dresses I never wear anymore. Never mind that I doubt I could squeeze into them now. I think my clothes tend to shrink while hanging in my closet if they haven't been worn (stretched back out) for six months or so.
There's a couple of camera bags on the top shelf. One contains a camera that hasn't seen daylight since the advent of the iPhone camera. I have several small weights and jump ropes from back when I was nuts enough to believe I'd actually use them and get fit. Ha Ha! Yesterday, I managed to pawn them off on our daughter before she could come to her senses and refuse to take them home and throw them in her closet.
We also have a handydandy foldable ice chest that was given to David before he retired. It is stuffed full of smaller ones. I don't know how they ended up in my closet. The biggest one is decorated in camouflage for hunters. Neither one of us hunts.
I also have enough visors to donate to the above-mentioned softball team. I wear one. And don't get me started on all the sweaters, jackets, and coats. I need a separate closet just for those items. I definitely have a problem. Ha Ha!
Today I plan on taking on either the spare bedroom or my craft closet.
Update: I may have to put that plan on hold. I've discovered that I'm out of wine and definitely out of energy. Oh, well. Another week (or two or three), another closet. Maybe. Or maybe not.
Spring Cleaning is a DRAG.