An object at rest remains at rest unless . . .

Or a messy room remains disastrously messy unless I get in there and clean it up.

Inspired by my recent cleaning frenzy, I've decided to tackle my craft room. And by tackle I mean try to wrestle a Gilbert Brown sized lineman down to the ground.

Now my faithful readers (who am I kidding, nobody reads this thing) will remember that I "cleaned" my craft room last summer and actually made some "progress".

What happened in the interim? The usual, laziness and procrastination. I would just put stuff in the room when I wasn't using it and then when I had something else to put away, I put it on top of the other stuff. Sad and pathetic I know. But on the bright side, it really hasn't effected my work. I usually just work with a spool of wire, a crochet hook and my wire working tools (which are neatly contained in a case) so I can do it anywhere.

So now what? Well first we'll work on the floor, so I have a clean path to get to the other stuff and then we'll go from there. And by we I mean me.

Next Tuesday I'll post another photo so you can see if I've made any progress.

Clean Break

I hate cleaning. I really do. I will vacuum the floors, clean the bathroom and the kitchen but I rarely go to town when I clean.

For some reason, today was one of those rare moments where I decided to go nuts and do a full clean. I was cleaning up from lunch and got down on my hands and knees to scrub some spots off the floor. Well one thing led to another and I found my self on a ladder cleaning the walls and ceiling.

You know what I found out? It was actually enjoyable. I felt a real sense of accomplishment knowing that my kitchen was cleaner than it has been in a long time. Maybe this will be the inspiration I need to do a deep clean of the other rooms I've been neglecting.

Now if I could only get some help. While I was a cleaning dervish, hubby was setting up his X-box. Sigh. But I did manage to get him to fold laundry while watching TV. I really can't be too hard on him because he does the dishes but . . .