This is the song in my head each time I enter the kitchen. most often it seems more like an act of faith that the table exists under the piles of clean washing and a detritus of other items. How did this happen I ponder? The problem is we have limited space, yes it’s a small house and our belongings now outweigh the space we have. It would be lovely to think I can just put away the washing, but its not that simple. Where will I put it all? It will just create a pile in the bedrooms, so instead I organise it all in the kitchen and hope that the pile subsides before a new wash load is added.
Pacing, lets talk about that, according to pacing practice I should have a pile of washing or a basket of it, waiting to organise and put away, so in one way I am doing the right thing, and so there. Okay so in time the next action should be taken, it’s just that I have cut out all the further actions, in some ways it saves time, it all comes back to the kitchen and the table anyway so stop wasting time with the in between actions. I can say I am deliberately cutting corners to save energy and make life easier, I can and I do say that, but still I feel like a slob and harbour secret tidy person thoughts that I would like to see my table clear.
At Christmas I took the plunge and cleared it all, making it all presentably Christmassy and yet already there are new piles accumulated and some new washing, waiting, staring at me ominously. It won’t take much to clear it again but then what? Will a dreamed of laundry room suddenly appear, with ceiling hanging drying frame? A beautiful utility room with Belfast sink? Will a cloak room spring forth, with room for muddy boots and winter coats, well yes all of that but only in my imagination.
With none of that real, I shove all I can into cupboards, with doors that can not squash shut, bag up bits and hide them wherever I can, throw things into the garden shed, with the promise of someday, arranging it all in there. I hide things in plain sight, making an interior design challenge statement and mostly I walk past it all steadfastly ignoring it all, with a physical shudder that warns….. Do not look under the table!
Stay tidy,
Chris.xx
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