the guest room

The final tasks are done: The curtains are hemmed and hung up, the bed is made, the room is clean and functional and inviting. The sheets are fresh and crisp, there is nary a cat hair on the bedspread, the delightful smell of Christmas is wafting out of the oil…

The calendar says Monday but my antsy self thinks it is Thursday. I’ve taken the last three days of this week as vacation time so I can actually visit with my visitor (last time I worked the. entire. time.) There’s still a conference call I can’t miss on Thursday but…

Dear Everyone, I am writing this letter to you from my current location in the hallway. I am surrounded on all sides by boxes. These are the deep, dark recesses of my guest room closet pulled out and exposed to light for the first time in three years. I have…

I did it! The whole room is empty and clean. The before and after pictures are astonishing and awfully embarrassing: Ok, let’s state the obvious: It’s embarrassing to share these before pictures! In these days of impeccably perfect Instagram lives, I’m pretty sure this is the kind of thing you…

Hi. I am alone in my guest room and I am happy in this moment instead of hyperventilating in clutter-induced panic (see: yesterday) so something is working. In the words of Tyler Perry, HALLELU-YER. All the crystal-clear acrylic boxes I yammered on about the other day arrived and I spent…

It’s Saturday. It’s just shy of 8 a.m. All week I’ve been looking forward to the weekend, knowing I would have two days to myself to continue my declutter decathalon. Um, IT IS NOT GOING WELL. Quick(ish) Recap The guestroom is my current huge declutter challenge. I am only working…