Monday, August 18, 2014

I bought myself a pineapple

of the white ceramic variety.

I've wanted one for ages just because but wasn't prepared to pay $40 for a pineapple at an artsy home decorations store, then on the weekend when I was killing time while Miss 9 was at dancing, I found one in Kmart for $9.

Sold to the lady with nothing better to do than impulse buy hehe.

Still, this pineapple makes me happy and that's a good thing.

My new found zest for decluttering is not at all zesty.

I've done a kitchen drawer and under the sink and thrown a few things out from the bathroom so far.  It's a start but by no means makes my home look or feel any different.  Bummer.

Yesterday was sunny so I weeded the back garden a little.  I managed to fill our garbage bin and decided that would be enough,  it's not done yet but again it's a start.

My book is keeping me awake at night,  I am working on it a little every night, chipping away.  It's grown by about 9K words so far which I find incredible and there's so much more to do.  It might end up being a novel rather than a novella after all.

OK, well gotta go... domestic duties call

Thanks for popping by.  Will check back in soon.  x o x o

Sunday, August 3, 2014

once upon a time

there was a girl who named her blog clutter-bug.

Given that her aim was to declutter her home & life it seemed a very apt name at the time.

As time went by though, the girl discovered decluttering was not all that fun to be honest and went on to comment on & review all the books, TV shows and movies she was currently reading & watching as well as pepper her blog with the odd rant.

That format for blogging fell flat after a while too, the girl got bored and decided a hiatus was in order... to redirect her writing interests and actually write the book she dreamed of writing.

That was great, writing was slow going (and still is) but she was getting somewhere.  Then the great depression came and things turned to crap for the girl.  She felt down and out for the count.

Help came thankfully in the form of therapy, medication and love and things got better.

She continued to write, though at times she wondered if what she does was any good but all in all it didn't matter as it made her happy.

Having come what might be interpreted as 'full circle', the subject of decluttering arose again.  The girl looked around and saw that though she feels better, her home is not a reflection of this.

So maybe it's time to do something about that?