I've been reading and listening to all the suggestions everyone's giving on my last Dreamwidth/Live Journal post where I asked for help and suggestions in making life less messy. In a 1 bedroom apartment with five birds, 2 cats and 2 geeks that generally get distracted sometimes, things can look worse than they are after just a day of relaxing.
I spent some time re-arranging the black cubes/book shelves and managed to simply throw out 2 tall candles, 1 large one, a decorative plate that I wasn't even showing off (just using it for the big candle I I ended up throwing out).
I cleared the top and now it's just Darth Vader sitting up there. The tiny shelf above the black cubes/book shelves got cleared out as well, now it only holds The Jedi Path.
I tackled the kitchen pantry last night. I'm going to show photos of the only place we can currently store cans, food stuffs and cooking supplies and you'll probably be all like: Grrrrrrrl that a mess. But let me tell you that I pulled that apart last night, threw out bits and pieces of things we haven't used/cooked with in a long time and despite the mess, am rather proud at how clean it looks now. (So imagine how bad it was before.)
I'm not sure I want to be rid of the corkboard in the kitchen. Currently it's the only place to hang the herbs from my garden to dry, place important papers so I don't lose them and show case the memorabilia I have. Such as the only piece of artwork I've ever gotten in the mail from someone, the hand-made anniversary card for Shawn, Raven's cat collar and the "Just Married," Disney pin from our honeymoon. It doesn't get in the way of opening the pantry or the fridge at the moment and that's pretty much a plus.
I tried selling Shawn on the idea of chucking the living room table and replacing it, as suggested, with a single ottoman with storage, or a big steam trunk or as Lyrical suggested, an old toy trunk and painting it to use it as a table/extra seat/storage. We got it before we got three more birds, when we had room for it and it didn't get in the way. Now more than ever, it just annoys me. I don't like it anymore and it eats up space. I can't quite convince him. He looked at the table and then looked at me like I was slightly insane when trying to explain to him how it's starting to bug me. "It's just a table--it's fine where it is." And I love him, I really do...but sometimes he's so wonderfully, frustratingly, typically male.
The biggest issue I think I need to address is everything having it's place and always putting that thing back in that specific place.
It's easy to set a spoon down here or there instead on my way, or let a tea bag sit on the counter instead of putting it in it's basket, or shove a pot in the cabinet willy-nilly and shut the door.
I don't think ahead after. I don't realize how much I drive myself batty later when I got to get a frying pan and seven pots fall out because I was too lazy to care where I put shit earlier.
I don't understand why this is a growing issue with me of a sudden. I've this sudden obsession with having an apartment that doesn't look like someone's bedroom with the added bonus of a kitchen--but I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's the seasons changing, maybe it's a reflection of my mind. Maybe I'm just as weird and crazy as everyone thinks I am.