Wednesday, March 3, 2010

In real life

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been just a teensy weensy obsessed with the decrapification of our basement. Usually I wait to attack that space every year after I’ve decluttered every room in the house, but I just could NOT even stand it anymore.

It was making me just sick every time I walked down there…really. The amount of crap was overwhelming. So a couple weeks ago I started the biggest decluttering project of my life.

This year I am determined to get rid of items we don’t need anymore. Most of those items are at least on shelves or packed away in bins, but I am feeling a desperate need to get the crap out.

I want to simplify…breathe…

But if you looked at the other two floors of our house you’d wonder why in the heck this woman does not clean her house.

If you’ve read this blog for awhile, you know I’m not afraid to show you the little messes around our home. But when I’m taking pictures for a decorating post, I try to keep the clutter to a minimum – for all of our sakes. ;)

What you don’t know is often I will simply shove the mess out of the way with my foot to prepare for a good shot. I am also known to chuck a couple (or 15) toys across the room before a picture.

Today, my basement is looking fanfreakingtastic. I have put all my “housekeeping” mojo towards it for the past couple weeks. But the rest of our house…ummmmmm…

This gorgeous view of our dining room:

Has been littered with door knob parts for a week (or has it been two?):

The balls and the basketball hoop are constants in here anyway, but the busted plastic shelving unit from Walmart is just the icing. ;) Those beautiful oil rubbed bronze knobs would have been installed the day they arrived if I hadn’t hit a little snag with them. (More on that later.) For now, they sit exactly where I left them that day – screws and all. Argh.

Yesterday, the foyer to our house looked like this:

041Seriously, who needs to work out when they can take 852 trips up and down the basement steps in a week? Seriously.

Our family room cabinet redo looks like this at it’s best:


But lately it’s become what any flat space becomes – a landing zone for just about anything:


Complete with the DVD door left open by a little munchkin. ;)

This next one is just laughable anyway. I mean, are you kidding me? Our playroom looks like this about five days out of the year:


Two of those days were days I took pictures for a blog post. The other three were for parties. Ha! You think I’m kidding.

Most days, it’s thoroughly trashed. But today, there’s an extra special touch:


A half nekked window from when I took the muslin drapes downstairs to see if I liked the light drapes in the family room against the tan walls and sooooo didn’t (ick, they were so blah) and they laid on the couch for a week and I’m lucky they are even back upstairs today…whew.

Anymore the view into our bedroom NEVER looks like this:

thriftydecorchick traditional bedroom
First of all, it’s become the second playroom, which is truly fantastic. Especially in the middle of the night when one of us either cries out in pain from an itty bitty teeny tiny toy in the foot, or said foot hits a toy that starts woo wooing or reeeer reeeering or whatever.
But even better lately – the beautiful fireplace has been covered with crap that needs to go down to the basement:


Did I mention I decluttered this room three weeks ago? Hmmm? Three weeks this stuff has been sitting there. THREE.

And my favorite. The view to our room on days we have people over, cause that’s the ONLY days I make the bed:

Today, the bed isn’t made, but that’s not unusual. What’s extra fun is the toilet seat sitting in our lovely, relaxing bedroom:


Oh yeah baby. A booty seat. A seat for the tush. The throne. Whatever you like to call it. It’s on my bedroom floor.

So you see, it’s not perfect around here. It’s not usually quite this bad either. ;) But even at it’s worse, it’s HOME and we LOVE it.

Once I show you the basement, you’ll understand why living like this has been worth it. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Over and over. Every time I step on a toy.

I’m off to install a toilet seat. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m off to declutter the basement some more.

Please be kind Squeezies. Kisses.


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