(image: moomah via design*sponge)
Last week was madness, and this week looks like it will follow suit. We are still recovering from the fun and frenzy of Christmas, and we've either been away overnight or hosting over night guests almost every weekend for the past few few months. All that to say, our is a disaster! Or...should I say, was a disaster! Last week we slowly tackled the piles of things that have been accumulating since Thanksgiving, and yesterday Rich and I went on an official cleaning binge! Nothing, nothing my friends feels better!
Seeing the piles for weeks on end made me crazy, really crazy, but even that turned out to be a good thing because it forced me to do something about it. In our current house storage space is very limited, and crazy as it sounds, we've actually eliminated some of the biggest storage spaces we had to begin with.
See, I'm a pack rat by nature, and I'm also quite sentimental, so given the opportunity I'd probably be a hoarder (and while I was growing up, my parents probably thought that would be my fate as they witnessed my ever-growing collections of old rusty things and broken things that I wanted to "fix up"). But given the lack of storage in our new house and my utmost desire to have some semblance of peaceful order in my home, I've had to change. It is a slow process, but we're getting it. If we had deep closets, a pantry, or some fabulous basement storage space I'm sure they'd all be filled to the brim with forgotten stuff. But as it is, with very few places to shove things accumulate (sometimes to the point of overwhelming me), but I have to do something about it. It's almost not a choice.
Reflecting on this, I wrote an article for Apartment Therapy last week on the topic which you can check out here.
The bottom line was that "in short, lack of storage has forced me to finally get organized, think more aesthetically, and be a little more creative...or at least be more aware of the need to do so."