Lest you think my life is devoted only to one crafting adventure after another, I do actually clean my house. It makes me absolutely crazy to try to think and create in the midst of chaos. It’s disruptive to my notion of serenity.
I’ve been tackling cabinets, purging unrelentingly, cleaning, and then reorganizing. Questions I ask myself during the process are as follows. When did I last use this? Do I really need it? Why in the world do I save stuff like this?
On one side of the cabinet under my kitchen sink are general cleaning products. Little turntables bought at Target make it easy to grab what I require. I stick scrub brushes in a simple jar.
The other side contains products for washing dishes (both by hand and machine). There are not many cleaning products you actually need, and I make them all myself.
The master bath has his-and-hers bathroom sinks with cabinets underneath. Except for a very few products, I make my own toiletries and try to package them prettily (on left). See how nice and neat my cabinet looks?
Now look at the dreadful mess in my husband’s cabinet. I try to be respectful about his things, but this is driving me nuts. I’m tackling it next.
There are more cabinets to be done, but now you know I don’t just merrily sew and craft all day long. Do you have cabinets you dread opening?