I am sure you are all now familiar with Marie Kondo’s Art of
Tidying Up since her Netflix show came out and every radio station, magazine
and social media site got wind of it. I read her book last year and took
a half-hearted stab at tidying up my life. Keep in mind I am not a super
messy person and probably fall on the low end of the hoarding scale however my
home did not suddenly become the Japanese oasis that I longed for. I set out to clean at least one cupboard in the kitchen a week and
try to keep it that way. I love having tidy, organized everything and the
book did help me with giving myself permission to get rid of things that I
don’t use. I did NOT throw all the stuff in a garbage bag and send it to
the landfill, as Ms. Kondo suggested in the book. It goes against my
moral compass to throw perfectly good things away that others could use.
To the donation centre we go! Actually, on that note, since the Netflix
series started there has, apparently, been a record number of household goods
and clothing donated to local charities so one might say this Tidying Up Craze
is a win for many people. As usual I digress…. Back to me and my
mess…… after about three weeks of cupboard/closet tidying, I gave
up. It also doesn’t go well if you are the only one super pumped about
the tidying/super clean cupboards. So frustrating to clean out a cupboard
only to come home from work and find crap piled back in it!
This leads me to a few weeks ago when I heard on a couple of different radio
stations about the Netflix shows so I got on board and watched one episode and
fast forward watched a second. This was an exercise in patience for me
for sure. All I wanted was for the homes of the people at the end to be
so super tidy and zen like I would want to take a week off work and do this
myself. This is not what I got, at least in the two episodes I
watched. I found myself yelling at the people on the tv and telling them
to damn well get over it and get rid of that book you have not read in ten years
and most likely will not read again. Seriously, the piles of clothing the
people had when they dumped it all on their beds astounded me! I would be
lucky to fill half a twin size bed with my clothing, let alone a king
size! Anyway, I stopped watching and started organizing…. again… one
drawer at a time.
I get most of the concepts that Ms. Kondo describes although
it would not fare well for me to have someone come home and see me talking to
my things. That would certainly be a one way trip to the psychiatric ward
for this girl. Oh, and I don’t care if my socks want to be
respected and lie flat in my drawer. Them bitches are being balled up
together with their, hopefully matching, partner. So much easier that
way. Sorry Marie!
(PS – I will most certainly NOT be reporting back on this
one. With four boy humans, two cats and now a dog there is not a hope in
hatracks this will be a success!)
