Hi, I'm Adelia. And I'm a Messie. I think I've been a Messie my entire life. I'm a Perfectionist Messie. I'm married to a Spartan Messie. And this is okay. At least it's okay now that I've read and am re-reading the Messies Manual by Sandra Felton. Love, love the Messies Manual. It let's you know that you are okay and their is reason to the chaos. Not only reason but hope. Oh, to hope! Before I go further let me give you definitions of the above mentioned Messies according to the Messies Manual.
Perfectionist Messie: Are all the spoons in your kitchen drawer neatly nested up to one another, while all the pots in the house sit in the sink and sulk? Why yes, they are. How did you know?!? So me!! Perfectionist Messies have a hard time cleaning because they want it done perfectly while knowing there is no way they can do it perfectly. The answer is simple to a Perfectionist. Don't do it. There is no other choice, right? Oh but the help in the Messies Manual is fantastic!!
Spartan Messie: How long ago did you toss out your ironing board? Brett just throws things away instead of dealing with them. Always dangerous to have him clean...I shudder at the thought!! I wonder how many treasures I've lost because of that man? That's another thing, Messies bond with their things. If I were to see something Brett tossed out, even though right now I can't think of a specific belonging, I would re-bond with it, and love it, and give it a home on a stack of stuff. Stacks...I'm a stacker, an overcoming stacker.
Okay, to the good stuff. I've fallen off the Messie wagon and am climbing back on. I can do this. I looked at my refrigerator the other day and decided it was making me nutty. The goal for Monday was simple. Clean it off. But then the Messie mind took over. On top of my fridge were some scents I use in my Hyla. Which reminded me that I wanted to move all of my cleaning products into the laundry room. Which reminded me that I wanted to clean my hideous laundry room. This is what a Messie does. She gets distracted and works in several places never really making a dent in her home. Even though she has worked very hard, there is no gratification. Sigh. This line of thought with so many tangents slapped me directly in the face. I knew I had to open the book again. I also realized I needed to finish a project. Stick to one area. And I have.
I put my big girl boots on today. So, I'll show you my mess.
And here's the funny/not so funny part. There are empty bottles of products all over this room. What's even more strange is I don't know who used them. We only use one brand, so these are random. Probably my mom...She does laundry here...She's a Sentimental Messie...
That basket is holding some plants I'm rooting. Oh, you should have seen that sink before, but my boots aren't that good...
And this is the treasure box. A box used for the odds and ends found in the laundry. Let's see what we have: 92 cents, rocks from Granny's (from our visit last summer), Mr Potato Head's feet, a car, a whale, and a shell. Not too bad.
I have my favorite egg crate holding paints and this and thats. My light bulbs are now up high in a jar. A cookie jar turned around so you can't see the word cookie.
All of my laundry products, cleaning products and scents for the vacuum are in this handy dandy thing that has been sittin' empty covered by lint for years!
And I gave it a homey edge by moving one of my favorite little pictures into the room. I'm going with reds and pinks because I don't have those colors any where in my home. But I do like red and pink. So now they are a part of me.
I love this red fabric used to mistreat this window. It lowers down to keep the hot sun out when necessary. I have my plants out here hoping to make it look alive and welcoming. Welcoming, because I oh so dislike this room. Hopefully, the changes will also change my mindset.