Our house went on the market Thursday. There’s no way I can possibly describe to you exactly how much work it was. I’m uncharacteristically speechless.
The biggest surprise? We still have stuff we don’t want or need.
You’re probably thinking – how is that possible Christine? You just got rid of 10,000+ things. You and me both.
…right down to the closet shelves.
(These are the only pictures of mine that turned out – I’ll post the listing photos when I get them to prove to you that we do actually have bedrooms and a kitchen.)
It started out innocently enough, but halfway through I started to feel a little cheap about it especially when my son asked me why someone wouldn’t want to buy his room the way it was.
Our realtor had a designer do a walk through and his suggestions were labour intensive and 100% accurate.
The best advice he gave us was “nothing on the floor.” Why is it that the simplest suggestions are the most difficult to execute. It is shocking how much floor space (closet and otherwise), we were using for stuff other than the furniture.
Laundry hampers, duvets, stacks of books, stuffed animals, floor cushions! The list goes on, but the minute I removed it all, the space felt instantly cleaner and more spacious.
Squirrel’s five laundry hampers full of dirty clothes became a bone of contention.
I lie. It was more than a bone of contention. I almost lost the plot when I discovered his quintet of overflowing coffers.
Nothing on the floor? Then where do five laundry bins full of clothes go? I considered stuffing the whole mountain of it into the oven.
But it was obvious what actually needed to be done – ten loads of laundry.
If there was time to get angry about it, I would have. Turns out my only option was to wash, fold, repeat. But while my hands were busy, my mind was too.
How can I make sure this never happens again? Well, if Squirrel only had ten T-shirts (instead of 47), that would pretty much force his laundry hand, no?
I washed folded, labelled, and shelved close to forty T-shirts. The label says: “T-Shirts – Out of Rotation.” It means, I’m going to donate these in six months if you don’t miss them.
Are you wondering what the “silk purse” part of this story is? Well, when the work was done, I realized that I wasn’t mad at Squirrel anymore. That’s unprecedented.
Turns out he just has different priorities. He’s not really trying to ruin my life with a diabolical laundry plot. You’re not, are you Squirrel?