Lately I’ve been nesting. NO, I’m not pregnant but going through that nesting stage during pregnancy where I want to clean and scour every countertop and rearrange every closet and junk drawer down to military precision. I can’t explain this sudden urge to pitch and purge except to say I’ve been battling a weird autoimmune disease that has left me feeling helpless with only a quarter of my cylinders spinning. So when the multiple meds kick in, I get the urge to straighten and dust and rearrange and throw out missed-matched socks and my son’s deflated footballs hiding in every corner of my house like last year’s Easter eggs.
Which leads me to designing. Yup. Once the de-cluttering commences, the designing begins. Because now I can see my spaces with a fresh eye. For example, I’ve moved the dining room table (actually I bribed my kids to move it) into the breakfast room for better use and now I have this small but empty dining space with infinite possibilities. *rubbing hands together gleefully* Picture this: repainting tired, boring white wainscoting a deep dark chocolate brown, adding contemporary yellow floral wallcovering, new chandelier and custom-made, round drape table surrounded by acrylic chairs. A room no one will use except my sisters, girlfriends and me, of course. Perfect.
|These Ghost chairs!|
|No window bench, but round table with tablecloth!|
My son, who only has two more years before he heads to college, will finally get the draperies and bigger bed he’s been begging for since turning thirteen.
|Replace the K with a B and my son will be in heaven!|
And take my office…please, I beg you…take it! Today it would make Niecy Nash from Clean House break out into de-cleaning sweat.
|"Girlfriend...you need an intervention!"|
But not by the end of the month, because I’ve ordered the coolest writing table with extra storage to serve as credenza and extension to my much larger writing table. And I’m adding a huge metal grid to one of my walls to hold my various white boards, notes, scarps of fabrics, pictures, ribbon, trim…you name it. I’m getting all the crap stuffed in bags (cute bags, but still) off my floor so I don’t fear navigating a land mine every time I enter the “danger zone”.
|Can't wait to get my new writing table!|
All before it’s time to pull out the holly and deck the halls for Christmas. How about you? Do you get the urge to pitch and purge? What sets you into a cleaning frenzy?
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