Right now I’m hanging out in bed with a glass of sangria and my ipad (except now I’m on Millie the Macbook for ease of blogging, but just a second ago – the ipad) feeling pretty proud of myself. Grant and I got up fairly early this morning (for a weekend, anyway, but make no mistake. We let the sun get up before us), made coffee and breakfast, watched an episode of Voyager (Sci-Fi Saturday Mornings are my thing – like grown up Saturday Morning Cartoons – unless I get so unbelievably hooked on a show that my life turns into Sci-Fi Anytime until I make it to the end *ahem-Battlestar Galactica-ahem*) and then got to work.
Clean clothes which have been piled on chairs on Grant’s side of the room for months? Folded and put away. Extra hangers laying everywhere? Put away. Piles of clothes in lumpy messes in the closet? Looking like a retail shop again. And the best thing is – three closets (THREE! CLOSETS!) were all totally torn apart and put together again. There is a pile as tall as me for donation and recycling sitting by our front door.
For. The. Win.
The biggest thing we decided to do when we committed to living here longer-term than we originally planned was go through everything (and I mean – again! – because we did this a little over a year ago when I moved in) and decide what could go and where it should go. That second part is possibly the more important piece there, because we have had almost one entire closet FULL of towels for the last year. Of course they all get used, because I hate laundry, but then we have baskets and baskets of towels everywhere and it takes three days just to wash all of them! (our washer/dryer – oh, we’re so thankful to have one at all up here – is itty bitty). I’ve been meaning to get rid of AT LEAST half of them since the moment I set foot in this place, but the thing is – what do you do with towels? That is way too much stuff to just throw away, but surely Goodwill doesn’t take towels right? Even the ones you’ve never used?
(side note: we did NOT register for towels for our wedding, and we only received one rogue pair of towels as a gift. This was a pre-existing condition, mostly leftover from my college days wherein I accepted a whole boat-load (probably literally) of lost-and-found towels from the swimming pool where I worked, and also got towels and more towels and even more towels as graduation gifts. Grant had a similar hoarding problem, although his seemed to be specialized in the hand towel and washcloth segment of the terrycloth madness)
Well, google is my friend. Animal shelters take towels! We now have two giant trash bags full of towels and I hope some puppy stays very dry because of them.
Anyway, we just really needed to make this place comfortable again and we are so well on our way. We’ve made lots and lots of improvements over the last year – both aesthetically and functionally, and we have lots more to make (hello, I still do not know what to do with our bikes that we never even ride because HI three flights of stairs), but I really believe we can make two bedroom living work for us for a long time (talk to me again in a couple years when we (hopefully) have a kid running around. ack).
And that’s why I’m laying in bed relaxing. Because the living room is a mess.