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I have said it for a long time, but the house we are in is not one I like living in. We bought in a panic three years ago, and have regretted it ever since. It is time to get it sorted, get it on the market, and get gone.
The trouble is, I am not a fan of throwing things out. I get attached, I get sentimental, and I hang onto all kinds of ridiculous stuff (a miniature gin bottle from my first ever flight, age 17, being a classic example), and since having babies, this sentimental hoarding has begun to border on mental illness. The house needs de-cluttering, de-crapping, and given the ability to breathe again. Some days I feel like the house may actually cave in on me, and I’ll be found days later, buried under swathes of finger paintings drawn by The Princess and baby clothes I cannot bring myself to let go of.
The thing is, a good old chucking-out and organising session is so brilliantly cathartic, it really is something I should be doing weekly. Ha! And the time would be coming from, where exactly? You see, despite my love of stuff, I do love a sense of order and neatness in the house, and the best way to achieve it is by having really good storage. A place for everything and everything in it’s place, as I remember someone on Neighbours once saying (funny what stays with you, eh?). This is especially true of the kitchen. Despite my preference for a more traditional style home and its contents, I do like a sleek and tidy kitchen. I don’t like too many things on worktops, and the bits that are on show need to be practical, fuss-free, and pretty. In reality, my kitchen worktops are home to a plastic tub in which the scourer is kept, an unused bread maker, several pieces of The Princess’s artwork (as there is just no more room for it anywhere else), a huge vintage jug that should be on the bureau in the hall but I’ve not had chance to move it in weeks, and right now, several flying ants. Not the sleek look I’m really aiming for, I have to say.
So this is it. I am de-cluttering, de-crapping and getting this damn house on the market. The bin is about to become my new best friend, and the next kitchen I own will be fuss-free.
And ant-free, too.