The last few days has been stupidly busy and my flat turned from whimsically cluttered to a clusterfuck. Follow the jump if interested (are you really that bored?)
The last few days I’ve been crafting - sewing, repairing, or simply making things from my very large green bag of fabric scraps and trashed clothes. But due to how bloody cluttered my laundry/sewing/craft room became I wasn’t able to use my sewing machines. As I’m a fine sewer by hand, I made up everything that way. Which meant I could watch TV and sew. Which meant I dragged most of my shit into my bedroom. Fail.
Then I was so busy running errands (car needed a part which I’m still looking for, my mom is heading on vacation and I ran errands with or for her, etc) my kitchen/living room turned into a fucking mess. No excuse, just didn’t feel like cleaning after running around all day.
So today, despite knowing I have to drive my mom and uncle to the airport an hour away at 4 a.m., I said, “fuck it. I’m going to unfuck my flat.” And did so.
Laundry room/ craft room:
The wall with all the cords is actually the back of an open built-in bookcase. The boxes are mostly cords and computer shit, the shit under the desk is writing implements and notebooks (I’m a writer, so it’s a given I have a lot of paper laying around). The coffee bag is stuffed with more coffee bags for a project. The green bag is actually scraps from sewing projects. Half finished coat on the mannequin. Note the cluttered sewing desk and the fact that I can’t use the machines because of how close that pipe is. Clearly I need to get my shit in gear.
But those boxes along the wall are gone, boxes under the desk - gone. Did a shit-ton a laundry too. The cabinet full of fabric now houses a bunch of the smaller containers of shit. The desk was pulled forward so I can use the machines. Very satisfying.
I’m actually kind of embarrassed by my bedroom. 90% of the time I make my bed. The fact that I didn’t this morning was mostly because I was going to unfuck everything anyway.
This was the easiest room to clean. That tote was something my mom handed - full of memoirs from high school and shit. The coats slung on the chair is from pure laziness, dishes in the sink, clutter on the countertop, bags of purchased items that hadn’t been put away. A fucking mess.
Dishes done and drying in the sink. Put the other shit away. The tote had to go under the stairs and to do that I had to pull everything out and put it away again. Worth it.
Other unfucking done:
Cleaned out not one but two purses. Threw my more common purse in the wash and transferee everything to another one. Also managed to clean up my Xbox 360 harddrive ad realized I could use it as an mp3 player which gave my poor netbook a break.
Unfucking done. Took all day with 20/10s - although the 10s was certainly longer than 10 minutes. I had to run out to the auto parts store and make dinner.
Next on the unfucking list? Making pain in the ass phone calls, scrubbing burnt caramel off the electric stove top burner (any suggestions on what to use?), cleaning the oven manually (can’t use the self-cleaner because of airflow of the flat and the fucking fire alarms), bathroom, and the Jeep. Bur for now I’m going to have a nice beer as a reward.