One of the many perks of living in South London is the living space. None of your city centre two room cupboards for me and Chris, oh no. And yet somehow we have filled the place with junk. So much so that one of the downstairs rooms resembled a beningn species of garden shed: drills, a bucket, assorted tool boxes, boxes full of dust sheets. Oh, and the tumble drier. And did I mention that there is also a sofa bed in this room, which we frequently use to put up our visiting friends and family? Before Christmas I found myself following any guests around the room apologising for the clutter. And in a moment of post-Christmas resolutionish reforming mania I decided that enough was enough. Chris and I spent a day clearing, cleaning and binning; shooing out the resident spiders and moving the dust bunnies around.
Partway through, I had a cheeky brainwave. The front room has always housed my fabric stash (three large boxes) and a constantly growing collection of fashion/design/dressmaking books. And as if to encourage my vice, my lovely parents gave me a dressmakers mannequin for Christmas. So I cleared a shelf for my sewing box and jars of buttons, and cleared a corner for Gladys. Yes, the mannequin's name is Gladys, live with it. Aint she a beauty? She can sit in the corner of the room and scare the proverbial poop out of any unsuspecting guests who wake up in the middle of the night.
So that's my spring cleaning story. Do you spring clean? Are there corners of your home that have turned into dumping grounds for the stuff you just can't find space for? Or have you managed to reclaim a little zen corner for yourself?