Since I last posted, I have celebrated Christmas and New Year’s, packed up a house, said goodbye to family and friends, and moved halfway across the country…all with a newborn and only a handful of meltdowns on my part. I consider that a win!
I wish I could tell you about how incredibly organized and prepared I was to pack our house to move, but that would be pretty far from the truth. It mostly turned into major purging and shoving the rest into the nearest box. Ok, maybe not that bad. But honestly, I was surprised at how much junk I allowed to accumulate after only living in that house for two years. You don’t realize it’s there until you have to put it in a labeled moving box.
Have you seen the new Febreeze commercials about going “noseblind” to the odors in your home? Essentially “noseblindness” means that a smell has lingered so long that you have become desensitized to it.
Well, I would like to propose the concept of “clutterblindness.” The piles of junk mail on the kitchen counter, odds and ends on top of the fridge, and mountains of my children’s artwork became the collateral damage of my clutterblindness. They had been there so long, they just started to blend in.
So, what happens if you aren’t moving halfway across the country and forced to face your neglected clutter? I think I may have a solution. Clean your space as usual. When you are done, take out your smartphone. Take pictures of your room from different angles as if you were going to put them in a magazine. It’s amazing what can hide in plain sight, but as soon as you take a picture, the clutter becomes an eye sore. I can’t tell you how many times I have gone to take a picture for the blog and have “discovered” the eye sores in the room.
Now that I have thrown away a ridiculous amount of stuff and started to unload all my things into a new house, I am hoping to be more self aware. I am determined not to go clutterblind anymore, but in the event that I do, tell me gently, and I will whip out my phone and face it.
Have a great week!