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Grasping for Air…Closet Clutter

Acrostic Clutter Poem by Jess

Careless

Leavings

Under

Tons of

“Tomorrows”

Ensuring

Regret

I hate clutter. Let me be clear. I have clutter. LOTS of clutter.

I am drawing a line in the sand. Oh, how a beach vacation sounds delightful right about now…cold feet…I digress.

You may remember I have been dreaming about closet cleaning. The Masked Mommy’s Closet PowWow is coming just in time for a pre-spring cleaning boost. Posts will be coming at the end of this week (possibly into the weekend) if all goes well.

Wish me luck or get down on your knees and pray…I’m gonna need it!

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My Earthquake:: A Poem

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I am tackling my bedroom closet, listening to plumb, feeling very much apart of a serious earthquake of old pay stubs, backpacks and out of dates suits. I am spending the month of February getting my closets ramped up for The Masked Mommy’s Closet Pow-Wow, March 1st. {I told you I love a good blog-land party}

Here is a quick poem I drummed up in honor of my closet earthquake.

Earthquake

cry crackle crumble

buzz shift humble

strain brace fumble

shake love mumble

breath tell rumble

hold fall tumble

Maybe I could get federal emergency funding for a tufted dressing chair, 100 pack of wooden hangers and a professional massage (wait, how does a massage help my closet? I’d be rested and relaxed enough to actually put my clothes away at the end of a long tiresome day…yeah, that’s it!).

On second thought, I’ll use my, Dave Ramsey inspired, spending money envelope, no matter how small, to buy some bins, fabric and paint. I can’t wait!

Hooked On “Building A Soft Place To Land”

Pretty Houses Need a Foundation Too

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When life gets stressful, some people eat too much, spend too much or sleep too much. (or all three)

Me?

I scan the MLS too much.

Not because I am sad or malcontent, just because it is fun!home-sale-sign

I could pour over house tours online with glee and imagination for hours. I look at tiny houses, out-of-state houses, big houses and local-maybe-someday houses. I do love a good realty listing. I am the worst looky-lu ever! I have been known to visit open houses for fun, even when I am not looking to buy. I am forever taking the color copy listing promos from the mailboxes on For Sale signs. {tsk, tsk}

As a kid, I read floor plan magazines, while other girlfriends drooled over Leo DiCaprio in Teen Beat. Hey, I drooled too, but I had my priorities. Plus, I don’t think I was aloud to read the “trashy” ones with articles like, 101 ways to kiss your boy toy.

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I digress.

I had floor plan computer software, a subscription to House Beautiful and a weekly claim to the Sunday ‘Houses’ section of the classifieds…all before I was sixteen. In fact, during my 8th grade “shop class” business lesson, I created a company called Happy Homes. My company would color coordinate a house into pure happiness, uh…yeah. Reality happened, now what?

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House Beautiful magazine circa 1990's-ish

While, I consider myself a product of a happy home, I have been searching for the secret ingredient to happiness in my own home.

What makes a house a home?

  • Will a paint color really create joy?
  • Can a crock-pot meal define my purpose?
  • Is it pearls and aprons I am searching for? Is it high paying career with lots of benefits?
  • A floor plan with a mudroom will certainly stitch together a ‘Happy Home’, right?
  • How can my personality, faith, resources, dreams, children and glue gun all combine, to create my dream house/life/home/legacy?

Enter in Kimba from A Soft Place to Land. She has a knack for spray paint, family strengthening and keepin’ it real y’all.  Do-It-Yourself projects mixed with fun tips for making your home…what else? A Soft Place to Land! Are you with me? Say, Yes!

Okay, but even Kimba seems to acknowledge the struggle between cute picture frames and meaningful frames of mind. To start keepin’ really real, she has started a new series cleverly named, Building A Soft Place to Land. I am totally hooked!

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Join Kimba and get hooked too, as she learns, along with us, how to build the foundation for joyful homes, spray paint and all.

See what other folks are getting hooked on over at Hooked on Houses on Friday.

Home: Where I Can Do Something

I am so blessed to have a warm place to call home during these cold winter months. I am safe, sound, and generally welcomed in my home (Lord help us! Mama is throwing frying Pans Made with Steel again!).

But, what happens when home doesn’t feel warm? What if home feels like the fangs of  used books, junk piles and spoiled paint cans are ‘closing in’ for a bite?  Or what if it curiously smells like old coffee and sharpie marker ink in the laundry room, on a good day?

It can stay that way.

OR

I can do something.

What a unique place, our homes, where we can define, design, and dally in a space without reason or with a million reasons.  To me “doing something” simply means, taking a chance to make an impact while harnessing my behavior, teaching it to value what it is I am doing.

Here to Hoping…

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Here is a photo taken in the middle of my “doing something” to the laundry room. I have been taking a chance, all day, amping up this room in time for The Masked Mommy’s first ever Laundry Room Pow-Wow that is on February 1st!

I am so excited to share at the Pow-Wow about my room, my hopes, and my first ever fabric mistreatments, with a bunch of other bloggers, that needed to “do something” with their own life direction (or maybe just a new decor ;) ).
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