Thanks to my
Super Secret Birthday Mission I had some pretty righteous motivation to get my house cleaned. Although since I had to keep it secret I couldn't just suddenly go on a cleaning frenzy....that would have been much to suspicious. So I spread the job out over a month. We keep our house pretty clean so honestly cleaning house wasn't a big deal. But the "studio"...oh... the... studio...well lets just say that room was previously known as the "H" room. Why? Because it contained all of the things that we didn't know what the
"Hell" to do with! lol! ( I guess my husband picked up the term from one of his grandparents and i think it is Hilarious).
The "H" room is actually suppose to be our Music room so Rob preferred it to be called the Studio. Which had a nicer sound to it but, lets face it, the "H" was more appropriate considering it was a challenge get to the drum set.
Allow me show you what I mean:
As you can see the "H" room *cough*
studio has been a glorified air conditioned storage facility.
How did we collect so much crap? There is this phenomenon that occurs when you get married.
You get married, you move in together and magically all of your glorified "single stuff"doesn't have a home anymore.
here are a few examples of "single stuff":
*Posters you originally bought to hang in your dorm room and then hung up in every new apartment after that.
*Screaming pink sheets, with a mysterious blue stain, that didn't match your bedding but made you sleep like a baby.
*Yellow, Thrift store lounge chairs that you and your roommate high fived each other over because they were a steal and "practically brand new".
These silly, little things defined you somehow while you are still single.
Yet when you get married these once important items are deemed useless and have no place in your new world and, as a result, get thrown in a box or given away. The boxed items are stored with the hope that they will be loved by you in the very near future.
A year and a half into marriage my husband and I realized that those items still had no use in our wedded bliss and at about that time my parents come to visit bearing BOXES with my childhood items. Items that I boxed in the hope of loving in the near future when I started highschool and then again when I moved on to college
I think there is a pattern here. Perhaps parenthood will bring another purging?
The Reckoning had begun.
It took A LOT of self control not to keep every little memory.
Here is a little surprise I found while I was going through all of our boxes.
My greatest feat: After going through old photos, stories, drawing, notes etc from kindergarten to 12th grade, I somehow managed to get it down into 2 three-ring binders worth of memories.
and I was thanking God that I am not a scrapbooker.
Finally after days of hard work. My job was done and the result was glorious:
Which meant it was time for a Jam session!
I hope you also get to finish a project that has been nagging at you!
Happy Spring Cleaning everyone!
