Sunday I cleaned my room and closet. Let me back up a bit to give you perspective.
August 2006 we arrived home from Ethiopia with our infant daughter. For the first 5 months, she slept in our closet. (before you send me hate mail, our closet is the size of a small bedroom) I was exhausted emotionally and physically from the addition of a 3rd child and couldn't really hang my clothes up in the closet without waking her. And so the clutter began. I picked the chair in our bedroom as my clothes depository. Over the last couple of years depression set in. The clutter increased. The pile on my chair got higher. Our daughter moved into her own room and our bedroom-size closet became a dumping ground for more clutter. We could barely walk in it.
April 2009 I gained control of my depression, with some pharmaceutical assistance. I hated the clutter in the closet and bedroom, but sorting through it was a daunting task.
Sunday (without premeditation) I started cleaning, beginning with the chair. The top of the pile was well above the back of the chair as well as piles of clutter on either side and throughout the room. Then I moved on to the closet. I cleaned for TWELVE HOURS. Filled up several bags of clothes and other items for Goodwill.
I'm so relieved to have gotten rid of the clutter. Our bedroom is a sanctuary again. I love our closet again. Everything has a place. And God bless my husband who never said one word about the clutter.
So... you wanna see pictures of our room and closet?
Now the only thing on the chair is the afghan my Grandmother made for herself when she was alive. (her favorite color was purple too)
(ignore the suitcases under the bed)
(can you spot the weapon?)
Marshall (with his dad's help) finally hung up my slayer scythe.
Well that concludes the tour. So tell me... How many of you thought my bedroom walls were purple? *wink*