Every time I think that there can’t possibly be anything left to purge… I find out I’m wrong.
Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.- William Morris
That is my mantra when looking over my stuff. I’m tired of All. The. Things. I’m ready for a functional and simple home that is welcoming and lived in. We can’t do that while we are crowded by over-sized furniture and unnecessary duplicates.
If you recall… This is what our crazy room looked like before:
Today was hard. The kids were completely out of sorts. Normally my kids are extremely well behaved, but today… Oh today. My entire mommy world fell apart amongst endless bickering, fighting, hardheadedness, and picky eating. Add to that the fact that my house is a complete homemaking disaster and I’m less than 2 months away from my due date… and you have a completely frazzled Momma. By the end of the day I was begging my husband to come home and please take our Littles out so I could regain my sanity.
Of course as soon as they were gone (… ok maybe it was after my ears stopped ringing… ;-) I missed them. I looked around at our messy home and even though I still had laundry to wash and piles of clean-getting-wrinkly clothes on the furniture… I was thankful.
I’m kind of a hermit…
Having moved 6 times in 7 years of marriage we never stayed in one place long enough to find a real church home, much less make friends. That left all of our social interaction for the office… which means we had very little to none really. Add to that two precious cuties and me deciding to become a stay at home mom… that put my social interaction meter to zero…
I have happily lived in my own cocoon for so long that I had forgotten what it was like to talk to other people for more than 30 seconds. I have read my favorite simple living/ minimalist blogs while spending precious time with my babes and doing everything I can to survive this awesome but hectic phase of life. So when I interact with people who are not on a purging journey, then I feel completely out of place. I have surrounded myself with like minded simplicity loving voices for so long that it is completely awkward to talk to normal folks. Thankfully we have finally found a congregation where we belong and for the first time in… years I’m making friends. Which has completely highlighted how socially awkward I’ve become. :-)
Family and Friends (and people I don’t know who stop by my blog, hello! :waving: ), today is a day of celebration.
Sure my house looks like a disaster, but that is temporary. Normal chores slide when you have to focus on other things.
Last night we made it:
Do you remember The song that doesn’t end?
Click here to hear the song :-) Lamb Chop
I used to love watching Lamb Chop re-runs growing up. I know it’s cheesy, but I wasn’t allowed to watch much as a kid… Anyways. I think that is my theme song for the Big Purge. Every time I make progress, I find yet another area or drawers or whatever that contains a nonsensical amount of stuff.
It started as a mission to organize homeschool/ kid craft supplies…
Until recently I have been a big fan of more. More office supplies, clothes, kitchen items, or just stuff in general.
Surely more would make my life easier and more comfortable!
As we have realized how ineffective that lifestyle is, we have been pressing on in The Big Purge. We have ruthlessly pruned in most areas of our lives, but somehow towels have been completely overlooked.
During my “More = More” phase I thought that owning more towels would = less laundry. I despised doing laundry. I didn’t care what kind of towel it was or what color, any addition to our hoard (many were gifts) was good because it obviously meant I would have less laundry to do.
It’s all this guy’s fault… Meet my favoritey favorite stroller. Stan. (Why do I feel the need to name inanimate objects for fun… only while blogging?) I love this baby. I can put both Littles in it and stroll over any terrain with no problems. I can also take them on a jog, which they love.
We have kicked it into high gear lately.
We have had several changes with our rental company. We have a new property manager and she’s AWESOME. We’ve also had zero success finding a place of our own… So, we decided to stay here another year. With that decision we redoubled our efforts to make this place our home. I hung pictures!!! The previous property manager was awful about hanging things. This one is much much better. Plus I also found the wall paint in the garage. That was a huge score! Even if that paint is no good by now, we still have the name of the paint color so we can fix any nicks or holes before we leave. :-) That gave us the freedom to get to work.
As I’ve worked to make this place look nicer there was one particular eyesore that I just couldn’t deal with any longer: