And Then I Resolved

My bedroom is outlandishly horrid. I’m grateful for it, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at it.

Boxes here, bags there. Clothes here, papers there.

The fact is: my bedroom is the back room. No one sees it except for me and my husband (and our kids, but they don’t count because they don’t go running to the neighbors and saying “My parents bedroom looks like a junk yard!”). I invest my time and energy into the living room, the kitchen, the kids’ bathroom and bedroom. Well, I told my husband about a week ago that I’ve had enough. Let the rest of the house go to the dogs! Our room must and will get taken care care of! I told him what I wanted the set up to be. I told him what color scheme I wanted. I told him that I firmly believed it would enrich our marriage to have our room be very much our own rather than what is was: very much where neither of us wanted to be. And so he dutifully cleaned while I stretched out on the couch and tried to overcome the worst cold I’ve ever ever had. Ever.
But, he told me, he couldn’t clean our room without taking care of the rest of the house first. I nodded warily, told him I knew how he felt, and then I closed my eyes. Four hours later, I woke up to a clean house. Four hours after that, it was just at dirty as it had been before my nap. My frustrated husband sat down next to me on the couch.
“I swear I cleaned it!” He said, “The kids were just RIGHT behind me.”
“Darling,” I croaked out, “You sound remarkably like your wife.”

Thankfully, I was up and able to help by Saturday evening. We went to the city and bought a few things for our room. I made sure we came home with three under the bed storage bins for my fabrics and yarn. When I first started sewing, I bought a teensy storage bin for my fabrics and yarn. As I organized everything last night, I used that teensy bin JUST for my scrap fabric.

I went on to completely FILL ALL THREE BINS. I couldn’t believe it. I was disgusted with myself. I have a true yarn buying addiction! Do you know how many shades of brown I have?! How many does a girl really NEED? Don’t get me started on reds. Really, don’t.

As I shoved the three bins under my bed, I decided to make a New Year’s Resolution -something I really hadn’t planned on doing at all. This year, I’m going to USE that stuff. This year, I’m going to spend my Mondays making sure I finish at least TWO crafts a day and then I’m going to sell what I make at a boutique. I’ve got TONS of stuff -I really do. I can not – I WILL NOT buy any more until I used up some of what I have.

I won’t craft today -even though it’s Monday -because my room is still in shambles. My entire house is actually in shambles, but I’ve got to conquer my bedroom before I worry about the rest of the house.
I DO have my fabric and yarns organized.
I DO have my wrapping paper and bags organized.

Things are starting to come together, but it always gets worse before it gets better.
That seems to be a theme in my life.
Check back later for a clean bedroom and a few aprons.