So, I have some pretty exciting news to share.
Turns out, with the new house, I’m no longer a walking tornado!
Yeah, can you believe it?
I have spent the last 28 years of life as a complete messy disaster, which, I’ve heard, might come as a shock if you haven’t been following my blog very long. Organized? Me? Nope. I don’t even see those empty glasses collecting on the nightstand. Shoes in the living room? What shoes? (Oh…THOSE. And those. And those. Whoops!)
I thought that when I moved in with Neal into our little West Loop shoe box last August that things would be different. When I had my own space, I would be clutter-free and organized.
The culprit? In our old place, we just simply didn’t have enough space. That place was built for one person, not two. (Or MAYBE two very minimalistic people, one of which did not own any beauty products.)
Here’s the biggest kicker though. The greatest “cleaning” discovery I’ve made:
Give everything a place.
Yes, that’s seriously the secret. All you have to do is assign everything you own to a certain spot.
Think of it as assigned seating for clutter.
For example, the loose items that drive me the most crazy are Neal’s collar stays littering the nightstand, my earrings floating around all over the place, loose cufflinks scattered around, and glasses placed randomly through the house. To avoid this, I assigned them a home in various cute dishes on a tray that sits on our dresser and made an announcement to all the people that live in my house (hehe) that this is now where they live.
We also turned our old IKEA Kallax shelves into shoe cubbies near the back door, so that there is no confusion on where the shoes should go to sleep at night.
Have trouble keeping the bathroom counters clear? Assign drawers, so everyone knows their stuff belongs INSIDE of them.
The one place this does not work, is, in your fiancé’s office. For example, somehow, even though loose cash, spare change, various gum packages and old business cards have been assigned a home in a tray on his desk, somehow they always get confused and end up places like the kitchen counter or the dresser top.
WEIRD…If anyone has an explanation for such happenings, please, let me know?
(We’re working on it.)
I don’t know if it’s because we have triple the space now, or just because this house is actually our own, but over the past few weeks Neal and I have done a total role reversal. He’s essentially created a monster, but he can’t have his cake and eat it too, right? 😉