Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘Patricia Sund’

square_DSC_2136

This is Terri Holt with her sister. Teri lost her sister to breast cancer.

“After losing her sister to breast cancer in 1999, a routine mammogram screening revealed a small tumor in the milk duct of the breast. Without thinking twice she decided to have a bi-lateral mastectomy to remove both breast. A brave decision on her part to save her life and her family more heartache. In memory of her sister, she would love to be part of The Survivors Parade. Ten years later she remains cancer free! Breast and ovarian cancer has affected our family in many ways. This is a chance for her to pay tribute to family and friends that have lost their battle to cancer.”

I am asking that you go to the following link and vote for Terri. It’s an easy vote with no registration required. One click and you’re done. While I realize this isn’t normal for Parrot Nation, this is a Flight Attendant family and her wish is so simple: She just wants to honor her sister by marching in a parade. You can vote every day. Please help if you have a moment. Voting ends at the end of the month which is soon. I thank you so much.

                                                                      Please Click here: Survivors Parade

 

Read Full Post »

Life occasionally has a way of suddenly grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and shaking you like a puppy shakes a toy. Everything is going along just swimmingly and then stuff happens that makes you aware once again how little control you have over what happens, or is meant to be.

Things were going along right on track for me. I was doing my cleaning/organizing/de-cluttering thing. I was due to return to flying after my vacation and was just getting errands done and working on those pesky little projects one never gets to. In a previous post, I talked about how freakin’ miserable 2013 was for me as well as for quite a few of my friends:

  “2013: Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down”

Unfortunately for me, 2013′s curse has bled into this year as well.

February 6th rocked my world when I had to perform CPR on a friend while visiting him the day after he got out of the hospital. I managed to keep Kent going until the paramedics arrived and took over. The emergency room managed to get his heart started again and he was put on a ventilator. He lived another 48 hours until complications finally took him. Took a week to get my back, shoulders triceps and abdomen to stop hurting from doing chest compressions by myself for about six minutes until the paramedics arrived. Took me a couple of weeks to get over the shock and stress of the incident.

And by the way, if you don’t know CPR, learn it. You can start here:

Unfortunately, this “Curse of 2013″ thing reared up again when my big brother died late Wednesday evening. We were close and he was my best friend for decades. Naturally, I am depressed about this and really don’t want to go into details about the entire situation, but chronicling the events of the last 20 years regarding my brother, his family and the entire mess would read like something out of a script for a bad reality TV show combined with a soap opera.

I couldn’t possibly write the script or make it up. Suffice it to say, it was like a bad traffic accident in slow motion and I chose to hide my eyes. I didn’t cause it, couldn’t control it and couldn’t cure it. So I stepped away from it.

 I found it distasteful, disrespectful and undignified. So I just never discussed it.  I’ve always been a little short in the human family department as we were never really prolific when it came to bringing children into the world. As it now stands, I’m pretty much down to 1 cousin.

I’m holding my own with caring for my three Greys, so not to worry about that. I’m just not real happy at the moment as you can imagine. My flock senses it and get upset every time I get on the phone. I guess they sense the sound of stress in my voice when I’m talking. So I’ve tried to be conscious of this and I’m trying to modulate it when I’m having a conversation. This isn’t easy as I’ve had to make some pretty hairy phone calls.

I’ll be okay. I have to. We all have to deal with stuff like this. What choice do we have when we’re up against the crap life throws at us? We all go on. And I will go on, too. Just as soon as I get out from the mental state not unlike being in a pre-natal position and under an electric blanket that’s turned up to 9.

All I know is that while it may be true that, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” it sure as hell is hard to go through. But I think that this “having to be strong” jazz is sometimes highly overrated. Because it’s tough. Really tough.

I guess that’s where time enters the picture. It helps. It heals. It gives you perspective. So if there is any reason at all to look forward to the future, it’s knowing that eventually, I’ll feel better.  In the meantime, well, just getting through the day is a big job at the moment. But my Greys and I will be okay. It will just take some time.

Read Full Post »

0386-tsilb

 

It’s true. And doing this has not been easy for me. It’s strenuous, it’s emotionally taxing and it is a complete reversal of what I was taught: being thrifty, not wasting anything. Reusing, saving, repurposing, hanging onto things in case you need them later.

We’re taught to consume. We’re conditioned that bigger is better, more is magic and a that excess is success. Well, I’m trying to break out of that. I want order in my life. For lack of a better way of explaining it, I’ll do it visually.

If you weren’t around in the 60′s and 70′s, this is what a typical stereo system looked like:

VINTAGE ELECTRONIC STEREO EQUIPMENT

And you can’t even see the speakers in this shot which typically took up floor space. And of course you had all of those vinyl records and reel-to-reel tapes you had to store. That’s a lot of  stuff. It takes up a lot of space. And it’s heavy as hell.

And this is what a set-up looks like now with tons more data:

d797be6e1c89b3dbbb3060c327c91abf_635042183513940000_medium

 

It’s an iPod dock by Klipsch. The dimensions on this are: 4.75 x 12 x 4.625. It weighs four pounds.

I guess what I’m trying to explain visually is that bigger is by no means better. And it isn’t necessarily true that everything is getting “Bigger and Better.” Because it isn’t. Some of it, like technology, is getting smaller.

In a way, I want my home to be in spirit like that Klipsch dock: It does what it is designed to do and it does it well. It doesn’t do anything more, or anything less. If functions perfectly. Another example in spirit would be this Kohler faucet commercial. I happen to love the simplicity of this ad and the expectation the woman had of the architect:

As strange as my references might be, they do hold a basic truth: In order to bring simplicity and clarity into your living space, you have to get what is not simple and what is not clear right out the door. Everything you keep in your life needs functionality.

Okay, so let’s cut the crap and look at the definition of “Functionality”:

“The quality of being suited to serve a purpose well; practicality.”

That is something I didn’t create very well in my living space. I get that. And I also understand that this is a skill I have to learn. And believe me, I’m not only trying to change my living space; I’m trying to change the way I think about my living space and the stuff it contains. And as I said, nobody said this was going to be all skittles and beer.

I am by no means an expert. I am just chronicling my experience of doing it on my own. And no, it’s not a “journey” or a “path to enlightenment.” It’s not a voyage or an odyssey.

I just want a really clean and orderly home. And I want a home that is easy to keep that way. I want space.

And I know that I have to change the way I look at “stuff” in order to get it that way and keep it that way.

I know roughly what my goal is. I know where I want my place to be in a couple of months. And I’m trying to perform not only the external work of editing my possessions, I’m doing the internal work of trying to change the way I think about possessions. I want fewer possessions. And the possessions I keep need to serve a purpose.

So many people think they need “more.” Maybe the true trick to this is to think about wanting what is “needed.” Because  if you have that, “more” is simply uncomfortable.

Read Full Post »

Photo on January-27-14 at 7.04 PM #2This is why.

It’s simple: It’s about time. It’s about space. It’s about peace of mind. It’s about getting it clean and orderly and getting more elbow room. It’s about creating space for not only you but creating time for you to spend with the flock. They are important enough to make time and space for.

MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA

Unless they would prefer that you use your time filtering through your stuff to find the stuff that you need, you are better off with an efficient and streamlined life.

Personally, I think your birds would want to have you spend time with them rather than plowing through stuff you don’t use trying to find something in the back of your closet that you do need.

I know, I know.  All of your stuff seems important. It all looks valuable. And it is. Until you get it out of your home. That is when you will never remember you owned that damned pair of pants that never fit right anyway. Give yourself some space. Give your flock some space.

IMG_3098

This space gives you a gift: The gift of time. You need this mantra when you are going through this process:  “I don’t need it.”

Say it: I don’t need it. And to be honest, you probably don’t. You really don’t. You may want it. You may like it. But be honest. How many sweatshirts do you really wear? How many T-shirts do you need?

Please realize something: This is what washing machines are for. They wash the clothes you own. They recycle dirty clothes back into clean clothing. Most of us do this at least once every couple of weeks. At least. So please. Think about this. You simply don’t need 50 T-shirts. You just don’t.

Yeah, I know. It’s hard. I have sentimental T-shirts and sweatshirts. I love them. Some I am so very proud of! But good God, get rid of the ones that are shredded due to your parrot. Get over it already. Move on! It’s a piece of cotton with some graphics on it.

It’s simple really. You may like it. You might really love it. But if it serves no purpose, if you haven’t worn it, used it, if it’s broken or cracked or if it is stuck in the back of a closet or in the attic and hasn’t seen the light of day in years, there is simply no reason to own it anymore. It’s taking up valuable space in your life.

IMG_3561

What is more valuable than time? Some people want to do the Ebay thing. Some think they are going to make a fortune on a yard sale. Well, I’ve done the yard sale thing.  And it wasn’t worth the hassle, the time and the energy. Give it to your favorite charity and move on. Take the damned tax deduction and simplify your life. Make it easy on yourself.

IMG_3562

Because I can tell you this: The time and energy you save is worth more than the measly couple of hundred bucks you might make on some yard sale.

Be quick about it. Just put it in the donation bag. It isn’t a friend, an old buddy or anything to get wistful about.

And if it has a tag on it, especially if it has a tag on it and you haven’t worn it within a reasonable amount of time, get rid of it. It is no longer worth the value stated on the tag. It was simply a mistake and you do not have to live with this mistake. Forgive yourself and move on.

I never just go shopping simply because there is a sale going on. I shop for clothes when I have an immediate need for something. And if I need it immediately, it means that tag is coming right off because I bought it to wear, not to hang in my closet and admire. I do not collect clothing. I wear it.

I have an absolutely gorgeous jacket I bought around eight years ago. It’s a black jacket that comes to my waist. It has lots of tucks, pleats and tiny stitching in brown thread. It’s stunning and looks really nice on me. Doesn’t look much on the hanger, but trust me.

IMG_3693

 It also cost me a fortune. The thing is, I’ve worn it over and over. And over. I’ve gotten the cost-per-wearing factor on this jacket down to next to nothing.

It’s comfortable, gorgeous, timeless and classic. I’ve had it all of this time and I have worn it dozens of times. It’s good quality and it has an ageless and enduring cut. It will never go out of style. It is the “Little Black Dress” of jackets. And to me, that jacket is the kind of piece you want in your closet. In this “disposable society,” some of these timeless pieces will save you money and space.

Shop mindfully for quality, shop when you need something and shop for things that are classic. You can accessorize them and change their look. If you keep that in the forefront of what you need, in the long run, you will save not only money but time and space. And isn’t that what this is about?

Read Full Post »

IMG_3671

1000 pounds. That’s a lot of stuff. At least it sounds that way. But I think it’s easily achieved if I include the heavy items like furniture, pots, pans, tools, cast iron cookware, bags and bags of clothing, paper, glassware, china, coffee mugs and  other assorted crap I never used but for some reason kept in my space. Why I shared it for so long with these items is pretty clear: It never occurred to me that I should get it out.

I don’t need 15 coffee cups. I don’t use 12 pieces of cast iron cookware. It simply isn’t necessary and I chose not to live with it anymore.

I must have turned a blind eye to it and just lived with it. Well, no more.

IMG_3664

I cleaned out my bedroom yesterday and today.  I made a bad decision almost 2 decades ago by choosing form over function.

Years ago, I bought a fairly large bed frame and dresser.  Furniture looks smaller in the store in such a large space. I didn’t realize how big it was until it was delivered and I tried to move around the bed in my bedroom.

While I liked the look of it, I didn’t realize I would be repeatedly banging into the sharp corner of the top rail of the footboard and bruising myself.

I did this repeatedly over the years, badly bruising my upper thigh in the same damned place, over and over. If I did it once, I must have done this 30 times leaving a big bruise that got ugly. I’d had about enough of this.

 I offered it to one of the guys doing construction on the building I live in. He came back after work and picked up the frame. The following day he came back for the dresser, queen-sized mattress and box spring which are in perfect shape.

And in thinking about it, with the bedroom furniture included, I’m pretty sure that I have easily surpassed the 1000 pound mark. Of course I’m going to have to replace the bed, mattress and dresser. But I’m getting a full-sized bed instead of a queen, a slimmer bed frame and a smaller dresser. Getting rid of this stuff has had a huge impact on me. It’s made my mind a little easier.

IMG_3528

Having a lot of stuff tends to clutter not only your space but it clutters your mind. I got tired of having to move stuff in order to find something I needed. It took up not only my space but my time.

I couldn’t just decide to use something. First I had to find it. Then I had to move a few things in order to get to it. Then I had to put the other stuff back. This became a pain in the rear end. And I’d about had enough of that.

I’ve realized that there is more possibility in having less than in having more.

Read Full Post »

IMG_3635

Employing a sliding drawer in my pantry helped organize envelope-type food packages.

Thinking “through” your space is crucial when you’re reorganizing your home. It’s all well and good to take everything out, clean the space and the stuff and then put it back. But it isn’t really benefitting you as much as it could. My pantry for example.

IMG_3637

This revolving turntable works nice in the pantry for bottles. It might work nice in the fridge, too.

My pantry wasn’t a pantry until I turned it into one. It was a coat closet. I didn’t need a coat closet. I wanted a pantry. So I had a friend put in shelving. He didn’t do a real bang up job, but I got the shelves and that’s what matters. I no longer keep a lot of canned goods and the like in the kitchen which gives me a bit more elbow room.

This is important when you consider my kitchen is the size of a Boeing 767-200 galley. It’s pretty small. But considering the fact that flight crews can feed 180 people out of a space that big, you can do pretty well if you know what you’re doing.

If you reconsider what a space is supposed to “do,” you can arrange it to make it work better for you. Case in point: My cast iron cookware.

These used to live in my oven.

IMG_3660

When I had to use my oven, I’d have to pull these out. Then I’d put them back in when I was done. That was a lot of  heavy lifting and screwing around. Why did they live there? Because I didn’t think I had another place to put them. They weren’t in the lower oven drawer because I had my pot lids there. Why were my pot lids there?

Because I didn’t think I had another place to put them. 

It wasn’t until I completely cleaned out another cabinet area that I figured out that I could store the pot lids vertically in there and the cast iron stuff could go in the lower drawer.

IMG_3650

By rethinking the space I had to work with, I was able to make my kitchen work for me and not the other way around. So take a minute and look around. Think about thinking differently.

IMG_3661

A friend of mine kept her coffee maker in her bedroom. Why? Because that’s where she drank her coffee in the morning. She didn’t have to get up, go out to the kitchen and get the coffee. She just walked two steps and snapped it on. It brewed her coffee while she was in the shower. She’d then get out of the shower and her coffee was ready to go right there. Made perfect sense to me. You see coffee makers in hotel rooms all the time. What difference does it make if you do this at home? Will I be doing this? I don’t know. But it’s a thought.

Read Full Post »

IMG_3566

Well? How much is enough? Easy enough question. But not many people have the answer. Bernie Madoff certainly didn’t. And look where that got him.

We are trained by the media to buy, buy, buy. We need that toaster oven, that pasta maker, the doughnut fryer, the 92-piece Calphalon cookware set, and the gourmet body scrub. We deserve the immersion blender, the stand-alone jewelry cabinet the size of a side-by-side fridge and that “Precious Moments” figurine.

Just for the record I hate those damned things. I hate Precious Moments stuff almost as much as I hate Capodimonte stuff. They’re dust-catchers and so over-the-top cheesy in my book that I cringe when I see them.

Julgamento-de-páris

Maybe it’s just me, but I wouldn’t have this in my house on a bet.

I’ve come to a conclusion. We all have too much shit. Well, you may not have enough shit, but I’ve determined that I do and whether I’ve used it or not, whether it is of some “value,” or if it could be useful someday, here is the deal:

If it doesn’t make my life better or easier, bring me joy, is of use in the immediate future or makes me feel good about having it in my life, it’s gone.

IMG_3503

I am also over the guilt of getting rid of something just because it belonged in my family or it belonged to my parents or anybody else that decided to give me some of the shit they didn’t want, didn’t have room for or felt that I should be the one to look after this particular pile of shit.

 If it was so damned important to them, they should have taken it with them. And in the future, do your family a favor: Don’t do that. Do not guilt your kids or Grandkids into keeping your shit after you exit. It’s not fair. I’ve kept a few things, but I’ve culled a lot of stuff that did nothing positive in my life. It just sat there. It took up space. It made me feel bad.

IMG_3532

Okay, okay…You can Ebay me to death, but I’m simply not going to do that. Why? I don’t have the patience for it. I don’t much like going to the grocery store let alone trot my keester down to Fed Ex and mail something to someone if I can just drive 6 minutes away to Goodwill with a bunch of other crap and make someone else happy by bringing it into their home. I want it out of here now dammit, before I change my mind and just throw it out.

IMG_3446

I am tired of being the steward of a bunch of “Stuff” I don’t want to have to deal with anymore. I don’t want to look at it, dust it, deal with it, trip over it, move it or think about it. I’m done. Obviously, I’m not particularly good at organizing.  So, the less I have, the less I have to deal with and organize. So to me, it’s simply logical. I no longer want stuff I don’t use, don’t need, don’t want or can’t find happiness in. I can find happiness in a clean sink.

IMG_3570

Good example for you. I have four pilsner glasses.

IMG_3639

They were given to me by the Mom of a boyfriend I dumped over a decade ago. (Trust me, he deserved it.) I’m not much of a beer drinker. I think I used one of these once. And yet, here I am, probably 15 years later, still looking at these damned things, still having to dust them once in a while and still having them take up space in my house. Why? I don’t use them, I didn’t buy them, and I have no reason to keep them.

As we are known to say in the airline business, “Buh-Bye.” Nice? Yes. Pretty? Yes. Useful to me? Umm, no.

 I think I’ve about had enough.

Read Full Post »

IMG_3618

It gets hard. It gets boring. It’s tiring. And you just don’t want to do it. But at the end of the project, you’ll realize that it was worth it. But in the middle of it, you might “hit the wall.” You might just wonder why you even began.

I hit that proverbial wall yesterday when I was working on the pantry. It took me forever to yank everything out of there and there I was, surrounded yet again with “Good Intentions.”

meant to make that cake. I intended to use that up.

IMG_3613

I wanted to cry.  Many of my good intentions had to hit the trash. I was stuck. Frustrated. This was not an easy job. I couldn’t just strip it, clean it and put it back. I had to stop and think about how I was going to put it back. I had to have a game plan. And that game plan involves going to “The Container Store” and figuring out what was going to work best for storing the food I buy. I couldn’t just power through and clean the damned thing.

So I went over to Pinterest to see how other people set up their pantries.

Well, that made me feel worse because there are some pantries over there that look nicer than my living room.Some have little themes going on…color schemes; little decorative touches. All I’m looking for is an orderly and tidy way to keep my pantry and I find there are people out there who have found the imagination (and the time) to hand-letter their damned storage jars.

Well, whatever winds your clock, I guess.

So I gird my loins and head over to The Container Store and I see this. Holy Mother in Heaven, help me:

IMG_3623

Oh good God, where do I start? It was overwhelming.

They had everything you could possibly need to set up an orderly house. They had stuff for filing papers, stuff to store the files for the papers you filed and storage boxes to store the stuff you put the files in for the papers you filed.

IMG_3621

There were boxes, bins, racks, bags, bottles, cabinets, and drawers. There were hooks and ladders, snaps, latches, hangers and rods.

It was endless. And so were the possibilities. I almost burst into tears. I pulled myself together and did what I had to do. I began at the beginning.

 I began with my measurements and my list of what I needed. Let me simply say, that if you step one foot in that store, you’d better have measured every square inch of the area you intend to address or you’ll be completely lost. I even brought a tape measure. I also found the calculator app on my phone a handy tool, because I completely suck at math.

(I’m a”New Math Victim” of the 60′s. My Dad was a CPA and even he couldn’t understand my homework.)

I stuck to what I knew I needed or what I thought I might be able to employ. I was there so long I had to take a break and go eat something. I asked an associate if she would just watch the 2 carts I had already put together because if I didn’t eat something I was going to freak. Well, apparently they are ready for this. They put these on my carts and parked them in a corral area:

IMG_3624

I had a quick lunch and headed back, finished what I thought I needed to get and got out of there with about a three-hour time investment and 256 bucks lighter.

I got the stuff home and began playing around with the pantry to try and figure out what I needed to do, and got my friend Bill to cut, measure and fit the rubberized shelf liner for me. (“New Math” remember?)

IMG_3626

I then called it a day because I was completely exhausted. The process of thinking about it wasted me. So today, my goal is to get all of the bottles and boxes and bags and cans wiped down and back into my pantry in an orderly fashion. I’m not exactly looking forward to it, but this place looks heinous and I simply want to get everything back into here so I’m not tripping over boxes of pasta and canned goods.

Is this process worth it? I think so.

How? How is this going to help?

The time you’ll save in just finding the things you actually need.

You won’t be tripping over crap getting things done. You won’t be moving crap, to get to crap, to move crap to find stuff.

You feet will ache. Your back will hurt. But your house is losing weight. But your spirit will be lighter. Your mind will be freer. You will breathe easier. This is not about hoarding. Your home is most likely pretty typical. Kind of messy; needs work. We’re just all so busy. And the birds take up your time.

So taking the time to do this is not only an investment in your home. It’s an investment in yourself.  It’s called Self Care. And I think it’s high time we all take care of ourselves. Because if we don’t, we’re no damned good to anyone else.

Read Full Post »

IMG_3613The top two shelves. Ackkkkk!

I plan to edit, straighten and clean the food pantry today. And yes, I’d rather stick needles in my eyes. Formerly a coat closet, (I put shelves in as I don’t have that many coats.) this pantry has become a pain in the keester lately. I want to devote a shelf entirely to the food I use for my Greys. And I want to be able to see exactly what it is that I have. Obviously this isn’t possible in its current state.

One of the things to be aware of when you’re doing a big cleaning and de-cluttering job is to be aware of your own little peccadilloes. Your “quirks” or soft spots.

What do you tend to not want to throw out? What do you end up keeping a lot of?

3 of mine are easy to recognize and I know the reason for each of them: Pens, scissors and food.

securedownload

The having a lot of pens is a no-brainer. For one thing, I’m a writer. Not having a pen is like being in a horror movie. To me it’s the worst Twilight Zone episode ever. When I was a kid, we had a lot of pencils around, but my Mom for some reason, thought it was perfectly reasonable for each person to have one pen in the house. And you were supposed to use the pen until it went dry. This lack of “pen-age” made me a little panic-stricken about having pens.

And scissors? We had an expression in the house when I was growing up: “Where are the ‘Good’ Scissors?” We had a bunch of those cheesy little kid’s scissors in the house, but only one pair of reliable “Good Scissors.” Which I suppose explains this photo of my scissors collection:

IMG_3612

Do I need this many pair? Probably not. But it certainly explains something about my upbringing that has raised its head in later life.

The last issue is food storage. I like food. I like to cook it, I like to serve it and I like to eat it. I also like to have it around. I like options. When I was a young adult, I was pretty poor.

Like many college kids and young adults attempting to move up in the world, there were times when food was a scarcity. Good food wasn’t always an option. And there were times in my life when I did indeed go hungry. That taught me a lot about life. It also taught me a lot about how food is kind of a necessity and it goes on the list before purchasing any solid gold digital escargot forks.

In other words, I don’t need Prada shoes. But I sure as hell need food. So keep your little quirks in mind when you’re doing the work on your house. Which brings up a good question. Am I going to get rid of any of those pairs of scissors? No. Because that’s one little quirk I can live with.

Read Full Post »

IMG_3535

I’ve been doing more than just editing my words these last ten days. I’ve been editing stuff out of my life. Stuff I don’t need. Stuff I didn’t even remember I had. Stuff I no longer wanted to be responsible for and stuff I don’t want. I no longer want a lot of “Stuff.” I want the space it used to take up.

Space for my thoughts and my elbows. I no longer want to have to move stuff so I can move other stuff to get to the actual stuff I need.

This is my spice cabinet. Looks nice doesn’t it?

IMG_3605

It took me about an hour to pull everything out, wash and rinse the interior of the cabinet, wipe down all of the bottles and put them back in an orderly fashion. I also combined the duplicates where it was possible and got rid of the stuff that was either out of date or simply “questionable looking.” Was it horrible?

Probably not, but I couldn’t find anything and it simply looked messy.

For some strange reason, this little cabinet was intimidating to me. It looked complicated. Tedious. I found it to be a little boring to do, but for the most part it went well.

 I probably didn’t want to do it because it involved getting on a ladder and yanking all that stuff down. On a ladder again! Up and down. Up and down. I just didn’t want to face this:

IMG_3602

 Fatigue is beginning to set in. I’m beginning to get tired. I’ve been at this well over a week and I’m not 26 anymore, so I’m sure that’s a factor in all of this.

And even though the first task of the day looked worse than it was, it went far faster. I cleaned underneath my sink. Actually, my dishwasher is under my sink and this is a corner cabinet, but for intents and purposes, it contains the same things most people keep under their sink:

IMG_3588

Yup. I real eyesore. Just messy and disorganized. But this only took about 20 minutes to clean and straighten up. I found stuff under there that didn’t belong in that spot and I found I could combine a lot of things that I had 2 partials of.

IMG_3597

I guess I didn’t mind this as much because sitting down is becoming far more appealing as I go along. My legs are beginning to throb. I couldn’t believe how well this area came together.

 I also detailed my Kitchen Aid Mixer.

IMG_3599

It was under the sink and I probably should have kept a bag or a cover on it because it got pretty grungy stored under there. I intend to find another place for it.

One thing to keep in mind when you’re cleaning. Don’t simply”spray and wipe.” You have to give your cleaner or soap a chance to work. Give it time. Let it sit there and do its magic for a few minutes. And with my mixer, I did just that. It had dried crap on it and grunge in the seams which I managed to remove by letting the cleaner sit on the seams and then using the dull side of a knife wrapped in a cloth to make it grunge-free and shiny. But this was what it looked like in a spot with cleaner doing its thing before I wiped it down and detailed it:

IMG_3596

I have more to do and miles to go to get more done before I go back to flying the skies. But so far, so good. Good luck with your cleaning projects and I’ll keep you posted on what I’m going to gussy up next. Oh, and one last tip: If you can sit down and do something, for God’s sake, sit down. Your leg muscles will thank you.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 5,049 other followers