Procrastination

procrastinating, clutter, craft

Yep – that’s me. The skilled Procrastinator.

See this?

It’s been there since December when I was Christmas crafting.

I keep telling myself that it is a neat pile. It is ordered. I am collecting more. That’s what us craft workers do.

Scavenge. Save. Throw NOTHING out that may one day be a useful item when in the throes of creating stuff.

The flip side of that ( isn’t there always one of those ? )is that I am also in the throes of decluttering.

Now that we are officially empty nesters I have been bitten by another bug.

Cleaning and decluttering. Getting the kid free zone back into an ordered home worthy of our new status as Empty Nesters.

So how is that going ? You may well ask.

I have successfully decluttered two bathrooms. It took me a week. Seriously – a whole week of cleaning, sorting, turfing, re-arranging, re-purposing. Don’t you just love that word? It covers such a wide array of sins. Anyway, the bathrooms are squeaky clean and it feels good. So good.

So why procrastinate about the craft stuff ? Well, in fairness to myself, when the House Munchers announced their presence ten weeks ago, I did some serious decluttering. The cupboard they were busy munching was full of craft stuff. I was forced to take inventory. Forced to choose what to keep. Forced to store it in munch-proof containers. These are neatly stored in another cupboard waiting for their new forever home.

Which brings me to the procrastinating with all the Christmassy stuff. It too is waiting for a new forever home. That home is within this house. This in-the-process-of-being-repurposed-house. It is in fact the newly vacated bedroom of son number two. He has yet to finish moving. So you see, my procrastinating is enforced by circumstances beyond my control. I am held captive to a promise of “Sunday, Mum.”

©    Raili Tanska

Step for Peace

Peace, in the sense of the absence of war, is of little value to someone who is dying of hunger or cold. It will not remove the pain of torture inflicted on a prisoner of conscience. It does not comfort those who have lost their loved ones in floods caused by senseless deforestation in a neighboring country. Peace can only last where human rights are respected, where people are fed, and where individuals and nations are free  — The XIVth Dalai Lama

 

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19 thoughts on “Procrastination

  1. Well you’re not a procrastinator when it comes to those craft supplies, you’re just constantly in creation mode!!! And I agree with you — repurposing is a MARVELOUS word! 😀 Like the beautiful old lemonade pitcher that’s sitting on my coffee table right now full of roses from Valentine’s Day! In fact, I saw something the other day I think would be fun to do. Someone’s drip coffee maker had crapped out, but instead of throwing away the carafe that went with it, they made a miniature terrarium out of it! It was so cute!

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  2. BOY are you brave to post a photo of your table. Mid-crises (and aren’t we always?), there is not a single space in my house I could post without fear of what the comments would try to tell me to do about it! I blog and read the blogs of others to keep my own blind panic due to a desperate need to clean and declutter at bay. Aren’t ya’ glad? 🙂
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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  3. You express so well that dilemma of wanting to gather things you might use and wanting to declutter at the same time! Events such as becoming an empty nester do inspire the decluttering. It happened for me when my son left home. Then again when both my daughters moved away the same summer. Then again when my extended family came as house guests for one daughter’s college graduation. That’s been about three years ago now. I’m ready for another “purge” as I call it. Thanks for the reminder. 🙂

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