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Powder Room

Today has been a busy day, what about yours? I have a few errands to run, pick up dog food for our six dogs of all sizes and colors. Pick a few things up at the grocery store, and donated some items to Goodwill and some where in there I grabbed a bite to eat. I stopped in at a clothing store going out of business to just look. I was very good I did just that looked. No good deals for me, plus I have just sorting through all my clothes in my dresser and closet. I donated three trash bags of clothing and one bag of shoes, along with one bag of baby stuff.

All the white trash bags have clothing or shoes in them.

I decided not to sort today, needing a break. But I will share my bathroom I declutters last week. Oh my, I’m embarrassed to even post a picture of it. Wow it what a hot mess it was. There really wasn’t a lot of trash or donations, just needed to refold wash rag, hand towels, bath towels, and they sheets and pillow cases. I had my make-up in a small shoe tote, which made for a pain when I needed to get to it. My hair items were in the right drawer but just a mess. I have a few extra curling irons and cords that I had just thrown in a drawer and forgot about them.

Embarrassing but wait until you see the after picture

Our home is a manufactured home, which we bought the spring of 1995 and put it on one and half acres of farm land that we had bought from my husband’s grandfather. The land our home sets on was once where cows roamed. Matter of fact, when I moved from Cincinnati, Ohio in 1985, to Indiana, I met my husband that same year. He was a hunter, fisherman, outdoor kind of guy. He asked me out on a date with him and his buddies, of course I took him up on it. A city girl in the country what could go wrong right? Well, I didn’t know we were going hunting at night but for what, I had not clue. He took me Raccoon hunting, on the land we now live on. We’ve been here almost twenty-four years.

The manufactured homes are built with as little as possible and not with the best of wood, or hardware. Which we have found that out in the years we’ve been here. Our home is a three bedroom, two full baths, living room, eat in kitchen, laundry room, and a library/play room is what I call it. We also have a breezeway, of course filled with stuff, and two car garage but that is full too. I do plan to share room for room with my followers. But lets get back to my bathroom Well, it’s just my bathroom, my husband’s also.

Here is another view of my bathroom.

As you can see, I have towels on the floor to step on when getting out of the shower. We plan to pull up the carpet and put different flooring down. The hose is for giving our hundred pound dog a bath. The curling iron was used one time and put back into the box, I had planned on returning it and well you can see where it is. The stand was one of those cute basket organizers that go over the toilet. I didn’t care for it after I put it together. There is a magazine rack under the towel. That and the basket organizer went to Goodwill. The curtain rod, once hung over the long mirrors with a curtain on it. I’m not sure what I want to do with those mirrors. Of course I washed all the dirty towels and clothes. Putting the towels where they go.

Sink area before

This the sink area, it small but not as small as the other bathroom in the house, so it works. I wanted to do something thing different with my hair products, and lotions. So I thought I’d pick this up from the Goodwill. Well, I don’t like it at all, it takes up way too much room, and it makes me have anxiety attacks. However I did keep the stand, and the bird toothbrush holder. I didn’t part with any hair products or lotions. The dog collar went to the laundry room where the rest of the pet supplies are. The Q-Tips have been put away where they belong. The tote under the Q-Tips once held all my make-up.

The sink area after

I had bought these cute gold and white baskets about a year ago. I didn’t know what I was going to use them for, but I needed them. Well, this is what I used them for. I put all my hair products in the larger basket, the smaller one I put deodorants, lotions, and the small mirror. The bird still holds our toothbrush and toothpaste. I bought that at a thirft store a year ago also. As you can see I haven’t painted the cabinets in my bathroom like I have my kitchen. My kitchen cabinets are a light gray color.

This is my kitchen cabinet
Before under the sink

We don’t really use the place under the sink wisely. The wire racks I bought at a Goodwill maybe 4 years ago. The white three drawer container I had on my desk when I worked at the school. I sorted through each drawer in the white container, throwing away, crapstick, hand lotions, and dental floss. The wire rack, I took completely out of the area and donated hair dye, bath soap, shampoo, and toothpaste we know longer used.

After under the sink

I combined the bath balls and personal items together in one of the wire racks. The white three drawer now has, extra razors, extra toothbrushes, and extra toothpaste. I used a small container to hold the extra make-up brushes. ST37, my mother in law swears by. It helps heals mouth sores, sores on your nose, if you can find buy it.

Drawer #1 before

This of course is the top drawer of the vanity. The catch it all drawer. It was to only have hair items in it. As I sorted through this drawer, I was able to donate hair ties, bobby pins, and dental floss that had never been opened.

Drawer #1 after

Marie Kondo suggest that you use items you have already. I have baby wipe containers all the time that are empty. What better way to use them, that this. I put all the combs, hair bands, and bobby pins I had kept in the empty wipe container, pulling off the lid. The green organizer I had from when I worked at the school. It works great for hair clips, and plastic tooth picks. The cords go with our toothbrushes and my husbands shaver.

Drawer #2 before

This drawer I was able to donate the shaver along with its attachments, purple soap holders, and the make-up pads. Now remember we don’t have a lot of storage in our home. Ready for the after?

Drawer #2 after

I was able to remove all my make-up from the tote to this drawer. Where did I get the wooden trays? I bought those from a thrift store which used to go to a game of some sort. I had planned on using them as a craft, but I’m in love with using them this way. I did throw away any make-up I hadn’t used or, no longer liked, it wasn’t much.

Drawer #3 done

This drawer I put the extra curling irons and plugs in. The green basket I had for years. So glad that it fits just right in this drawer.

Back of toilet

The back of this toilet once held the make-up tote and Q-tips. It now holds this wire basket I bought at Dollar General on markdown last year. I put my hair dryer and hair straightener in it. This why I won’t have to worry about either of them falling into the sink or on the floor.

Wash rags and hand towels cabinet before

Bath towels cabinet before
Sheets and Extra pillow case cabinet before

These are pictures of the my linen closet/cabinet. As you can see the cabinet area is not very big and not wide at all. What did I do? I refolded all the linens. Placing the wash rags, hand towels and toilet paper in the top cabinet. The second cabinet down is where the bath towels go. I decided I would try the Marie Kondo method of folding towels. To my surprise I was able to get a bit more room. The third cabinet down has always held our bed sheets and extra pillow cases. This cabinet space is too small for sheets but I have no other place to store them. I sorted through the cabinet, because I had sheets that weren’t a set. Those I donated to Goodwill and some I kept for our dogs when it’s muddy out. Here is the after…

Wash rags, hand towels and toilet paper after
Bath towels after.
Sheets and extra pillow cases after

What do you think so far??

My Garden Tub

This is my garden tub. But we also use it to give our smaller dogs baths in. Yes that pie rack I had on my sink counter top. I never knew what to do with that seat, so I put it here and placed…..

Garden tub with rack

I decided I’d put me a candle on this rack along with my soap, shampoo, and shaving cream and razer. What do you think?

Ready for a the final picture? It took me three hours to clean this bathroom, that I’m now in love with and I can’t wait to paint and redecorate. I’m looking for any idea’s on how to decorate it or a theme.

Finally Finished

As you can seen the carpet is old and have bleach stains on it. That will be pulled up and new flooring will be put down. I plan to paint the cabinets, and the walls. The cabinets will get new hardward, and a new toilet. The garden tub is a yellowy color I’m thinking becasue of the sun light above it. Can you believe it?

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What’s behind those doors???

What’s behind this cabinet doors??

One set of cabinet doors in my small kitchen. Bet you’re wondering what’s behind those closed doors. Well don’t be afraid nothing will jump out at you. Not saying that nothing will fall out on you though either. The cabinet hold all the spices, cake mixes, brownie mixes, cook decoration candies, chocolate chips, coffee drop ins, and oils. I try to clean this cabinet out really good once a year and then every six to 7 months. But this year got behind me and I had items in there that well, expired last year. Seeing everything that had expired made me be aware of items I waste. Those great sales at the grocery stores. The buy five save five dollars, buy six save three dollars, buy one get one free. Well, my wallet lost everything that I was to save on. Those extra items just went to waste and had to be thrown away. The trash company is going to thing I’m nuts seeing all those yummy but now stale cake mixes in the trash.

Cabinet before clearing everything out of it.

Yes, this is that cabinet. Scary yes? For years I’ve tried to organizing this cabinet and never have been satisfied with it. When I added the little green basket I was in love, but sooner than I had thought I  began hating the cabinet again. I just began piling things onto of one, pushing other items to the side. Cooking became boring and just another chore for me. I knew there were items in there from years ago, but who wanted to deal with sorting and tossing things away? I wasn’t up for it until today. I was ready to tackle this one. 

Empty

Can you believe it, it’s completely empty. I vacuumed and wiped down the shelves and walls of the cabinet. The shelves had some stains on them, from oil that had dripped. The bay leaves that I place in the cabinet to help keep those little bugs from getting into the floor were now just steams. The smell of cabinet was still there, that stale small. Which by they way who else puts bay leaves in their Cabinets? 

This way or…..

Here is one way I thought I’d organize it, but I have another way too. Here is what I used. Wrapping paper that I thought was cute, tape, scissors, and some small boxes from the grocery store. I wrapped only the bottom and four sides of the box. Then I placed them in the cabinet many of different ways, and came up with this way. I began organizing items in the way that I use them. What I used most I kept to the floor others I moved to the back. I had all the cookie decorating candies pushed to the back. Which I use those when I’m baby-sit. 

Or this way?

What I did differen with the top shelf. I pulled the cookie decorating candies to the front. This would make for them to be easily reached. I use this items when I baby-sit, either cooking cookies or using them for crafts. I removed the green basket and turn the box unside down so I could use the opening to place the chocolate chips in it. The powdered sugar is something that I rarley use, so I placed that in the back of the cabinet. So far I’m in love with my cabinet this way.

Before cleaning and organizing the drawer

After

I moved to the drawers on the cabinet. The top picture shows the mess and items that didn’t belong together. I put the icing in the cabinet will all the other baking items. Put the straws in a smale box that had already been wrapped in paper. Also placing the storage baggies in this drawer. Which when we first moved here twenty fours ago, this is where all these items were.

Drawer number two before
Drawer number two after

Once again I moved the chocolate chips to the cabinet with all the other baking items. Threw away the breakfast bar that was stale. I placed all the spice packets in one box that had already been wrapped in paper. I placed the broth cube in the middle, dividing the spice packets from the instant oats. Placing the tea bags and lemonade together.

This drawer is right under the other two.

This drawer I keep the binder with all the manuals in it, and extra light bulbs. This drawer has never changed except for the binder. The binder I got from when I worked at the school.

Cabinet door

I haven’t gotten to declutter this cabinet yet, but I wanted to share this idea from Pinterest. Just to the side of this drawer is a counter, which I do one hundred precent of my meal prepping on. This makes it easy for me to when I need one of those items. I plan to add more of these containers through out my kitchen and home.

I hope these pictures has given my followers some idea’s and helpful tip’s.

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Paper, tears, Paper, tears

I use these big three ring binders and page protectors to keep all the manuals together in one spot.

As I’ve shared I’m joining the ban wagon and taking on the Marie Kondo challenge as I call it. Her presences in the home mades it an easy and calm way of sorting. I do understand there are area’s that become tougher and can cause emotion’s to flare up. I myself didn’t think I would get emotional about sorting paper. Its just paper right? OR is it? I didn’t realize how much paper items I have/had. It seemed as if though I were pulling on a roll of toilet paper. The piles kept coming and coming. I had to finally take a break and come to it a few hours later. To the same piles I had left, what was I thinking that they would disappear by themselves. Don’t I wish.

Just one filing cabinet drawer
And another drawer
After sorting through the cards and extra printer paper.

As I began to sort through my filing cabinet. The one that has my genealogy, birthday, Christmas cards, extra printer paper, scrapbook supplies, a few pictures, disks, and tons of thumb drives I happened to stumble upon a few journals and a scrapbook. What laid inside of those three items bring tears to my eyes. Yes, I was getting emotional over paper. Or was it? I had decided that I would pile all those items into one tote, and come back to it after finishing the other drawers on the filing cabinet. I was able to shred tons of genealogy information that is know longer needed with it being on my laptop. Those ugly yearly tax papers, yes they were shredded too. In two separate piles I place our children’s paper’s or small items that had been stored in the filing cabinet. But those piles were being to grow like wild weeds. They ended up in their own tote’s also.

What I either sold or donated.

It was time to kick the scrapbook drawer in the butt. HOLY COW scrapbook supply everywhere, two drawers worth of it. I’m surprised everything didn’t jump out at us when we opened the drawers. Who would thought someone could have so much scrapbooks supply. Well, I mean there are other people who have way more than me so, I guess I don’t have as much as I thought. No I do, lets get to the point, scrapbooking isn’t my thing anymore. I just like the paper. Oh Jeez there’s that word PAPER. Once I got every last piece of paper and sticker out of the drawers and piled onto my kitchen table, I know longer had a table. This project to way more time than I had thought it would. Of course I had to look at each piece of paper. Then the stickers oh man, this job was hard. Once I began reminding myself that I know long do this hobby what was the need for all of this supply. When my mind was set in this mode, it came easy to give the donate or sell pile. Most of it was donated to our neighbor who has small children of their own. What better place to donate these supplies. I did make a few bucks of the items I sold. But wait until you see the drawer now.

What I kept

It was time to get back to the emotional pile. Tissue on hand, chair to sit in before I fell to the floor, and something to drink. As I begin picking up each items the emotion started flowing. For a healing to take place there is an emotional moment I believe.

The white binder

The first emotional item I picked up was the white binder. I knew what was in there, but I also forgot. Did I forget or didn’t I want to face that fact of what those three rings were holding? I felt my heart start to beat faster as I began to open that shinny cover. I didn’t want to look at it, but I know I need face that fact that I had written those words. That I had cried harder than I thought I’d cried. This binder holds, notes from when I had first gotten sick six years ago. I began writing in a spinal notebook, then fell off the path and just stopped writing. I thought what if I move all this to a binder, and that way I can just add more paper as I write. That worked for a little bit, the off the path again. The color purple caught my eye. It was that, that the tears began to roll, burning my eyes, and not wanting to touch the purple paper. This was a letter I had written to my husband and children six years ago. Which I haven’t shared with them. The journaling is all over the place on the purple paper. I was angry, scared, and just wanted to tell my side and my feelings to my son. To this day I don’t feel as though I’ve been able to do that. Will I ever, I don’t know. Will I be prepared for that day, most likely not. Did I shred the writting on the purple paper, no it’s resting in the same place in the binder.

The Purple paper.

The Journal

As I set the white binder to the side, I had to decide what was I going to sort through next, the Black photo book or the journal. As much as I wanted not to look through the journal I had to. I had to see where I began and where I am today. This journal has blogs about my year of taking care of my mother, leading up to the day that all came to a fast stop, to how I was wanting to kill myself, and hating life. I read the first few pages, crying over each word, and replaying the minutes and memories as tear dripped from my face. The more I read the more I felt like I needed to run, to get away. But I also wanted to stand up and scream, and just hit the person/s who damaged the relationship I had with my mother. I had always thought I was the rock some one, that they would never let me turn to sand and stream through their fingers. They were to be my rock, my support, my shoulder to cry on, to be my sheild, to be able to crawl on their back and hear them call me Sis. But I didn’t I didn’t hear that at all. All I heard were car door shutting, and knowing that was it. That our relationship would never be the same again. That we would part our own ways, and live life as we always did. Yes, as we always did. When help was needed I was called on, I was the running, the filler, the one who put her whole self into the relationship. Dropped whatever she was doing to help, to do her part. Would I do it again, as much as I can sit and say I wouldn’t I know I would, why? Because I have been shown real LOVE. And just because we don’t have a relationship I still love them.

The pages in the journal were heavy, heavy to turn, but yet wet from the tears. There were stains on each page that I turned. My writing in this journal also came to an end. I was tired or writting about being angry, and wanting to tell my side, that I finally just stopped writing. But I also, knew it was time for Eva to grow, to be someone that she was, and not what others had told people. To grow and have stronger relationships with people who want to be my Rock, who want to help me when I’m falling and who want to keep me here on earth. Those people are my Husband, Daughter, My Aunt, and My In Laws, and the few friends I have. Thank you to them, that I’m here writing this blog.

The Black photo book/scarp book

This book holds so many memories, memories that I’ll never let go. Inside the pages holds, pictures of my children when they were babies, first born, school pictures, graduation pictures, sports, and family pictures. There is also photos of myself when I worked at the school, a family picture of myself with my siblings and husband. That was the last “family” picture that was taken of myself with my siblings. And I believe the first one since I was maybe 2 years old. It’s hid the in the back of the book. That’s a picture I don’t understand, and I may never understand. We had that picture taken for our Mother’s Christmas gift. Our Mother was so surprised and teary eyed when she seen it. But what brings me to tears is to know that picture we had taken for her sits in the same box we gave it to her in all those years ago on that Christmas day. Yes, I found it while cleaning my mother’s house a few years ago. Wow, what a slap, or better yet, she doesn’t want to see her children, do we bring that much pain? I’d love to ask that question. Does the picture still sit in that box at My Mother’s home as far as I know yes.

That family photo

On a better page on the left is of me while I worked at the school. One of my more for filling and favorite jobs. I had always dreamed of being a teacher, but with a learning disablitity and having issues reading, I never went that route in school. Actually I’ve never been to college. But I’ve been close enough to being a teacher. I was a teachers ad for may years. I know, I know, how in the world did I do that with my learning issues. Well, I was in my own world helping students with the same learning problems I had. We were learning together, by making gamings, flash cards, projects, taking test together, doing homework and classwork together, to studying togehter. I had so much fun with this job. I had grown to be something that I thought I’d never be a teacher. I’m proud to say that students I worked with are now graduated, and some hold jobs and some are going to farther their education. How exciting it that?? Pretty Darn Exciting.

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Just Hanging In There

Just One Pile From My Closet

Weeks ago I decided I’d take the Marie Kondo Challenge as I call it. I’d been wanting to clear out our home of toxic items, that bring me depression, loneliness, angry, rage, but yet still give me happiness, and hope. I had heard about this Marie Kondo from a neighbor. She’d been sorting and clearing items that brought her saddness. I decided I’d watch a few video’s of this “Sorting.” The steps seems easy peasy, smooth sailing, something I thought I wouldn’t have any issues doing. As I get into those moods where I get rid of stuff because I’m tired of moving it from place to place. Or I get overwhelmed with stuff everywhere feeling like I’m drowning. I know then I have to have breathing room and I begin to toss things not even thinking one minute if I want it or not. My mother in law, always asks me to come help her sort, but she doesn’t care for my sorting. It’s a bit much for her style, but it’s a joke between us.

I had thought this wouldn’t take long at all since I knew already what I didn’t need and what was making me feel depressed. But as the sorting began I learnt real fast that it would take longer than I had agreed with myself. I started with going through my clothing. I had looked in my closet everyday sometimes more than one time a day. I knew what clothing I had hanging in there. Clothing that I’d had since I began working at a school back in 2001. Yes, 2001 I still have clothing from then, which didn’t fit anymore hadn’t fit for years. But I loved the colors and the style but guess what I hadn’t wore half of them because they weren’t my Style. The style hanging in my closet was a style that looked great on those people in magaizines. The ones we all fall in love with until we get them home. Clothes hanging on hangers just waiting until I could fit in them again or ever fit in them.

As I began taking each piece of clothing out of my closet and laying them on my bed, I couldn’t believe the heaping pile I carried from a very small closet in my bedroom. The sorting began, taking each item off its home known as the plastic hanger, tossing it into an empty basket to hear it bounce out and hit the floor. Moving the empty donation or trash bag to the bed side, I stood in awe as I looked at the mess I’d made. And just how long would this really take? Hours, on Hours. Once I set my mind to it, I started picking each piece of clothing up looking at, inspecting it, and thinking, do I love it or hate it or why did I even buy that? The clothing I parted with, I was to tell each item thank you and place into the correct bag. As the bags became full faster and faster, I decided to get some empty totes. Which by the way, the only way those totes were going to empty was to empty the stuff out of them. Just to replace those items with new ones. Thankfully the heaping pile of clothing on my bed started to dewindle down to very little. My first thought, Now I can go buy new, or can I and why? That is how my brain works, I get rid of items and want to replace them with new, to fill that emptiness, better known as depression.

It was time to focus on the dresser! All those drawers filled with the same as what hung in the closet. Clothing that was two or three times too small or what was I thinking when I bought that, kind of stuff. Just like the clothing hanging in the closet, the clothing in those drawers had to be taken out and placed into a heaping pile once again covering my bed. Picking you each T-Shirt, each pair of jeans, each pair of PJ bottoms, to each pair of socks, I realized that I hadn’t even put some of the items on after I tried them on in the dressroom in the store. Then it hit me, why not try to sell what I can to at least get something. That’s when another tote had to be empty to be filled with items to sell. I had two totes full of clothings that I took to a second hand store, which I didn’t get much but every penny counts right? What didn’t sell I donated and have been really good about not buying new. Well, I have bought a new pair of jeans and a pair of shorts that FIT. I’ve continued to going through my clothing and donating them to a Pet Shelter that will have a rummage sale in April. All profits will go to the care of the pets in the shelter. As I had shared above that my neighbor was doing the Marie Kondo, she’s been donating items also to the Pet Shelter, she has offered to take the items I’m donating in when she takes her items in. I’ve very thankful I have her. I did slip her some cash for the help.

Folded T-Shirts

Once the drawers were all gone through it was time to fold the items I would be keeping and putting them back into the dresser. I started with my T-Shirts, at first I didn’t care for the Marie Kondo folding method. I’m still getting use to it today. I find myself wanting to fold the T-shirt the way I used to. You can really fit more shirts in a drawer, try it and see what you think. You can always go back to your way of folding T-Shirts.

Socks before sorting and folding or Balling as I do it.
Socks After Sorting and Balling

I knew I had lots of socks, but I didn’t think I had that many until I looked at all the little balls of socks laying on my bed. Once again Marie Kondo has a special way of folding those too. Well, I don’t care for that way so I continue to ball them like I’ve done all my life. But I did organize them into their own little area in the sock drawer. Did I part with any? Yes, before when I’d pull that drawer open it was like letting that fake snake out of the can springing into the air. Yes, that’s what it looked like but only socks. Did I have socks from when I worked at the school? Yes, to that question also, even those that were my favorite with the hole in the toe. Why did I keep those, beats me.

Underneath my sock drawer is my Pj bottoms drawer. That too has bottoms that either didn’t fit or I had too many of the same material. As you can see I keep all season Pj bottoms out. When my heatflashes, I never know when Mother of Hormones is going to act up. So to be on the save side I have heavy to light weight bottoms. Even long or capri style in length. Of course with the stretchy waist band so they will fit, well lets be real, I’ve gained weight. I don’t have those “Girlie” Pj’s, their a waste of material and time.

Exercise pants
Sport Bra’s

Talking about gaining weight lets move onto exercise clothings. Yep, I have piles of that those items too. For Mother’s Day last May I received an Apple Watch. I was so committed to working out, walking 8 miles a day and execising every day and watching what I was eating. Even had my husband on a healthy eating plan he just didn’t know it. The Marie Kondo says to deplay your Bra’s in a pretty arrangement this will make you happy when you see them. That is very pretty but, happy NOT. It reminds me of the weight I’ve gained and out of shape I am. In December I had a wedding I’m in, The Mother Of The Bride. I’ll have to fit into a pretty dress and try to look hot for my husband, haha.

If you’re wanting to sort, part with items you no longer need or want, try the Marie Kondo method. I loved seeing the difference it has made so far in my closet and dresser. I have moved onto another area in our home = Paper. I thought I had clothes, nothing compares to paper. For those that are genealogist, you all know what I’m talking about.

Visit:

https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/home/organizing/a25846191/what-is-the-konmari-method/

https://www.livible.com/blog/ultimate-konmari-guide

https://www.netflix.com/title/80209379