Not even kidding we ate Japanese noodles last night. Next time I am adding Sake. Or maybe I just add the Sake now. It's 10AM. Viva la Japan!
If you've been following my blog or are a member of my immediate family or happen to live in my neighborhood you know that I am having a moment with Marie Kondo. Marie doesn't realize this. Oh, Marie. But still I am finding the joy America. I am finding the joy.
My little obsession continues. Actually it's almost over but I haven't had time to write because I've been busy throwing stuff away and asking the tough questions like “Who used the Sharpie marker on the hardwoods?” and ‘How come there is puke on the Hardy Boys book?” (Dear Librarian, your kindness and support is appreciated. Thank you for discreetly whispering: Mrs. Blackford, we aren't going to charge you for those books but do ask that you dispose of them yourself)
As you can imagine all of this has taken an extraordinary amount of time. I also had to squeeze in a lot of motherhood, a lot of work for an amazing amount of clients and a root canal which wasn't as bad as I thought because nitrous oxide is so delightful that I am considering piping it through the house. Imagine the dinner party conversations.
My latest victim was the linen closet. It was sort of sad. Especially when you pull all the contents out and strew them all over the floor.
Now it is SO pretty I leave the door open and gaze lovingly at all those pretty sheets. As you can see they are labeled with that Sharpie that was used on the floor.
And the labels are BIG because amazingly many of the people who live here free of charge I might add, can't seem to find a single thing. So now even from outer space we all will know where to locate a pillowcase.
Keep purging folks. If it feels like a lot to take one try some Sake. Or nitrous oxide. Whatever it takes to be joyful.
See you next time at The Neighbor's House!