Clutter!!!

I hate clutter so much.  I hate it so much I could spew chunks.  I hate it so damn much.

It's utterly exhausting. . . and frustrating.

Ugh!

My thing isn't that I don't put stuff away.  It's that there's no 'away' to put stuff to.

Aaargh!

It starts with a Halloween costume a year ago that required this weird setting powder.  I will probably use it never ever again in my existence on this planet.  But it was $8 and I used a morsel.

The bottle is practically full.  I can't bring myself to throw it away.  So I toss it in a drawer . . . where it sat for over a year.

It's getting tossed.

The cd has some pics I burned on it to take to the drug store to get printed.  I don't know where a blank sleeve is to say what's on the cd.  But they're my nephew, or are they a wedding? or . . . well I don't know.

So I'll hang on to it.

The Michael's coupon is something I may do for Christmas cards . . . eventually.  I ain't doing it today.  But I will.  Well I want to.  Well I want to research it and see.

I'll hang on to it.

I need a pen for God's sake.

I'll hang on to it.

Then that becomes this:

 The junk drawer.

And this:

I tried the filing thing but invariably I outgrow it within weeks and it's an overstuffed mess.

So I end up frustrated and just walk away.  It's like a never ending battle.  And the hardest part is figuring out what stays and what goes.  And if it goes, does it get tossed or taken elsewhere?

AAARRGGHH!!!

So I end up saying 'screw it!!!' until I run out of a clean surface and am forced to deal with it.  The last time I had to deal with it . . .  well, suffice to say I was not a well man that day.

I've been told to invest in an organizer - a flesh and blood organizer.  An expert in the field needs to come and assess and help me develop a system.  My life is about to get way busier so I need to get on the stick.

Meanwhile, the time fell back this past weekend and I can't find the damn instructions on resetting my alarm clock.

Surprise.  Surprise.

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!

Storage 101

Like I said in an earlier post, I think a recurring them in design mags is 'storage solutions.'  Luckily, I have a couple of friends that are interior designers that gave me some free advice.  The best piece of advice of all the advice they gave:  GET RID OF KNICK KNACKS!   

I threw out tons of knick knacks.  Very liberating.

Look at this interesting book I found:

Tadaaaaah!  It's not a book at all!

Giggle!  I was reading about this place on the web where you can order books with genuine titles that are hollowed out for storage.  It's like those movies back in the day where folks would hide secret keys and money and weapons in books.

I hate having a zillion remotes.  This makes everything central and tidy and out of sight.  So clever!

It was only like $8 at T.J. Maxx.

Holla!  :-)

Bedroom Drama

So last post I got the eclectic mess thrown out.  Now it more or less looks like this:

I have a big secret I may reveal later.  For now, bear with me.

So thanks to Target and Ikea, I found some stuff to make my bedroom look like a "grown ass man", (thanks for the phrase Mimi), lives here.

I was frustrated looking for literally 'red' furniture.  I kept finding physically brown furniture from 'red' trees.  I wanted to spit.

Patience paid off.  I found lots of naked furniture.  Again, I don't paint.  Period.

I don't even spray paint. I want my crap already done the way I want it.  That's why God created Ikea.

He knew lazy asses like me would want bright fire engine red furniture right off the showroom floor.  Ikea had these bedside tables in their magazine and I fell in love.

I found the comforter set on Target's website . . . I think.  All I know is that over the years I've discovered something about myself:  I love beds with a bunch of pillows.

It looks complete and filling and cozy when a bed has a bunch of coordinating pillows.  I read the only drawback is having to take the pillows on and off everyday to make the bed.

Silly book.  I make my bed once a week!

I call this my 'herd of pillows.'

I read that it's ok to have different patterns mixed together as long as they were the same color or color derivatives. I love that look.  So I made it my own.

Holla!

And some jerk once told me rugs on carpeted floors were nonsense.

Whatever!

One thing I've learned is to listen my inner 'like'.  It's like a Facebook 'like' only you're too scared to like it on Facebook because it's controversial or something.

I was later assured area rugs on carpet are very much OK.  Area rugs add to the cozy quotient.  And I learned area rugs are supposed to define an . . . wait for it . . .AREA!

More next post.

Meanwhile, here's my big secret:

That's right.  I haven't won the battle.  I still have some unfinished clutter business to attend to.

The saga continues!