This area gets messy very quickly as I have a tendancy to leave things strewn over the surface after I have finished using them. As a result, clutter forms. I only cleaned this area a couple of days ago, yet things were creeping out of there place, and other items that don’t live there appear to have moved in. Not good. Moving things into their correct places, cleaning the mirror and anti-bacterial spray of the surface took mere minutes.
Desk unfucking. It hasn’t been the greatest of days, so in the interests of it not being entirely a write-off, I decided to stop spending my time reading Unfuck Your Habitat and start actually implementing some of the suggestions. So here’s my (big! awesome!) desk before and after tidying and cleaning.
Right, I must clarify the ‘Before’ Pictures are actually from April but it’s taken me a while to get it to a state where it’s constantly clean and you can actually SEE the shelves.
Anyway, let’s get down to business! Everything is under the cut :D
So yesterday sucked. I was waiting for a phonecall about the outcome of an interview. No phonecall. No email. This morning, instead of the promised call/email, I get a letter telling me I’m unsuccessful. Fuckers.
Now, I’m one of those mad people who views housework as therapy. It’s my way of setting my world to rights. I’m also a *tiny* bit of a masochist, so I picked the worst room in our house. Noone but us sees it and so it gets into a deplorable state…
Oh dear…
Oh DEAR oh dear…
I think it’s about time we got cracking, yes?
So today’s list of accomplishments include:
- Sorting out books to donate to charity
- Putting away all washing and clothing
- MAKING MY BED
- Clearing out my smellies and toiletries and sorting them back into the vanity case and wicker bag where they are supposed to live
- Cleaning and restacking the bookshelves
- Doing my filing
- Sweeping the floor
- Dusting my desk and the computer stuff
- Refolding the sloppy and escaping piles of clothes
- Emptying the drying rail
Shall we have a look at how we did?
Aw yeah…
That’s more like it!
(Those two cardboard boxes are filled with books for the charity shop. The mask is going too, that’s just made of porcelain so I don’t want to break it)
Can I get a ‘Hell Yeah!’ … ?
How about a “Fuck yeah!”
I recently discovered Unfuck Your Habitat. My habitat was in serious need of some unfucking, so today, I jumped right in and began the process of Unfucking my bedroom.
When you open my bedroom door, this is what you used to see:
Although to be fair, the dog isn’t always chilling out on my bed, but I think he knew I was taking photos and decided he wanted to be in them, too.
Now, after two and a half hours and a whole bunch of 20/10s, this is what you see when you open the door to my room:
Awwwww yeah. (& the dog, at the time of this photo, gave up on trying to sleep in a room that was Being Unfucked and went to sleep on my mom’s bed instead).
