I suppose I am quiet a tidy person, I like to know where things are and my home to look neat. I actually believe my hankering for a clean house has a lot to do with the fact that I am lazy. I hate looking for things, I hate being in a hurry and the scissors are not where they are suppose to be delaying me even further. Or if I have to sort through a whole stack of clothes to find what I want to wear I get fed up half way though, feeling annoyed and upset that I have to change my mind.
I definitely am no minimalist though either. I have memories surrounding me in all shapes, sizes and forms. Photos of family and friends in silver (fake) frames, the tiny clogs I wore a s a child sit on a shelf, a few shells I picked up at the beach adorn my bathroom and I have books, cds, dvds, and general knick-knacks strown around the place turning the house I live in into my home, making it feel mine. But everything has its place or is a little bit organized. The cups with the cups, the books alphabetized by author (yes I am a geek), folders with paperwork over the desk etc.
But there are two spots in my home that allow my inner chaotic mind to be able to push through and have a field day. The first is my desk, or the wide shelf that functions as one. This is the place I sit most at when I am at home and I seem to have a magnetic field surround me that attracts scraps of paper, unpaid bills, to-do-lists, books, folders and over bits and pieces that then end up in a leaning-tower of Pisa style pile beside my keyboard.
The second area that seems to be a place where chaos goes to live is under my stairs. It is a tiny little cubby-hole that houses an array of things. My snorkel sits beside the Christmas tree stand on top of a box filled with bits and pieces right next to unused but maybe needed plant pots and a little green hoover presides over them all. And now squashed in towards the back is the new blowup mattress I bought for the German occupation. This little vortex under the stairs seems to be much more spacious than you’d think and I sometimes wonder if isn’t related to the TARDIS. But as long as the doors still close when I have stashed away some other unused item I don’t really mind.
Now with my blog for the day done I think I’ll go and watch Hoarders, let my guilty pleasure take over and enjoy the chaos others have created and hope the vortex under the stairs doesn’t burst open.
At least your chaos is contained. Mine occupies my garage and I know if I can’t find something it’s probably in there! Yes, I found the scissors on top of the dogfood container. Why would I look there? I’ve got mommy ESP!
Watching Hoarders makes me feel normal. When I start saving the leftover food from last week in my garage I know it’s time for an intervention.
I know … watching the chaos makes me feel more normal, although I am very fascinated
It’s too awful to look away, eh? 🙂
This is brilliant!! I found my snowboard stuff under a picnic basket haha
brilliant and I bet you were looking for it at one point. Glad you enjoyed my post too 🙂