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Stu-stu-studio!

           Tuco enjoying a CLEAN space!

Bear with me as Im going to be discussing ORGANIZATION for a bit. Yesterday was an epic day in the declutterring department. About 9 bags of clothes and shoes were hauled off to the donation bin.
My walk in closet is now a fully functional walk in closet and I can see all the things I have so I can cull even more. Vintage stuff is being set aside to sell on ebay. Old tshirts are being converted to paint rags or donated in the second round.
Things are being repurposed and put to use. It feels GREAT! Somehow the closet project involved the laundry room debacle- as quite a few laundry bags and baskets had accumulated. I sorted through those and before I knew it the laundry room was decluttered and everything was in its place.
Such peace of mind to have that yearlong project off my back! I feel like I've finally moved into my home. My bedroom floor is free of its pile of clothes. Carpet vacuumed and everything dusted. Falling asleep in a clean room is AMAZING.
There is still tons to do but I can tackle it piecemeal- like the dresser (maybe a drawer or two a day), the bathroom bins (old products, makeup that need to be tossed), etc.... But I decided it would be smart to start on my STUDIO today. At least putting everything where it goes until I can get some storage solutions for my gridwall project. Have a few more records to finish for people so a clean studio is next on the list.
2019 is going to be SORTED and I cannot wait! 


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