The Entryway. Wish me luck.
I have no motivation whatsoever to clean that stupid room. As anyone who has ever stepped foot in my apt knows, I neglect the entryway. I hate it out there. There is no room to store anything. It’s like tortue everytime I enter my dungeon. So, for motivation’s sake…here is a before picture. Wait for the after picture because now I have to clean. Wish me luck.
Spring has sprung! WOOHOO! Despite the fact that along with spring comes a RAGING RAMPAGE of allergies, so does spring cleaning. I heart spring cleaning. I love finally being able to open the windows and BREATHE (at least for a minute, before the little allergens make it up my nose, then I have to close the windows again and live in seclusion…). I LOVE having a clean house. It pleases my heart. But let’s be serious here, I always have great aspirations about spring cleaning. I always make a list every year of the things I want to accomplish. Truthfully, I’m lucky if I get 2 of those things completed. But, this year, since I woke up on the right side of the bed, I am going at it with great ambition. So I started today. I started by digging all the crap out of Hatti’s closet (Hatti is our resident ghost who lives in the guest room). As I did this I found wonderous things. Craptacular things. Things that were in my way. Things that needed to be out of my way before I pull all my hair out and SCREAM! So, I sold them. I sold them all on Kijiji. Within minutes. And it made my heart glad. I hate clutter. And people buy my clutter. I love people. It felt wonderous. And now, I will find more things to sell, so that someday I can buy more crap. Thank you spring. Thank you.
My beautiful niece Ava.
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