For this episode of the Bataan Death March of Ironing, I watched Hoarders.
|This is so unreal.|
Anyway, I was watching Hoarders and then got this overwhelming need to TIDY UP and clean and do those things that are piling up all around - hem those pants, sew the hole in that sweater, do the dishes.
|This is what I looked like. Except my apron was floral patterned.|
It was . . . weird. Because I know that there are things that I need to take care of [the pile of books on the cabinet in the laundry room that are covered in dust, the cedar closet that was just cleaned out but is now filled to the rafters, the broken window in my bedroom from . . . 4 or 5 years ago?*] and then, of course, I wonder is it laziness or incipient hoarding? How do their lives get that way?
And then I think about some of my relatives [not naming names] and their piles and piles of stuff and the seeming inability to get and stay on top of stuff. And is this genetic?
It seems easy enough to fix this, right? Just grab a couple of garbage bags and START. But I know, from watching this show and talking to people, that they always have a valid reason for the 85 boxes of Jiffy Corn Bread mix and the receipts from 15 years ago.
Just like I always have a valid reason for not fixing the window or tackling that seemingly insurmountable pile of books.
Is this how it starts? Do I need to really home in on my love for clean lines and open spaces and get rid of everything?
Speaking of, do you remember that episode of Ab Fab, where Eddie's friends Max and Bettina visit with their baby, and Eddie was running around yelling, "CLEAN LINES AND OPEN SPACES, DARLING!"
|Truly, one of the wonders of television. If you haven't seen it, you MUST.|
* I feel I need to make clear that my house is CLEAN. There are just some areas that are . . . not perfect.
And if you don't feel as if you have enough stuff in your house, enter my contest to win a copy of Filled with Glee! You won't be sorry. Winner announced on Monday!!