A celebration - I'm back!

I've been away for a long time now, but this blog has never been far from my cluttered life. So much to say and so much to do. Always so much to do. So I shall start with the following thought - Messy House = Tidy Mind, I mean, how else do I keep on top of things. So I will have a moment of thought and will celebrate with a little glass of Baileys (I've lost the G & T), a toast to being more messy in thought, and more outwardly tidy and organised in practice.

I had been lost.... but

Thank you Vera,
it was heartening to read your comment.
So what has happened? Well, life, family, jam-making, photography, cooking, work, work, work.

I am sitting at my desk. There are some spaces in this room, but not as many as I would like. I still imagine the tidying-up fairy is going to appear, and sort me out. Maybe I need a PA, and I can go around being creative and making things, and the resulting mess can be tidied up by another, who doesn't mind, isn't emotionally involved with the chaos, and who ruffles my hair, and says - "never mind dear - you have fabulous things to create".

How sad am I? How sad is this that I reach this point and still I'm unable to get my act together. I am good at my work, at my art, with my imagination - I have been known to be good with people, unless I am not being good with people.

I would love to write a book, but seriously would I get beyond the first chapter? Or would I start a new one two years later. Hah! My computer littered with half written stories, poems, paragraphs. All from different stages of my life. Once I thought I should put them all together, and make a play/film with them. I can make films, I can make theatre and art - I cannot however get beyond the first chapter of novel.

This leads me on to my inability to read. I used to manage it very well. I still love books, but now I buy them because I long to get stuck between the covers, I long to be lost in the pages, and surrounded by the words. But it is not happening.

Tonight, in this moment I am happy to be writing, and not thinking to much.
Tomorrow is another day, and another leaf with be turned over.

In conclusion.
1. I have been turning over new leaves since I was 8.
2. I have become a great jam maker this year.
3. My oldest boy, thinks mess is great. Not sure that is a good thing. I don't like it myself.
4. My middle boy likes order, my little girl creates beautiful chaos wherever she goes.

So to the new day, to the new tomorrow.
I will be back.
To Vera - thank you for being a lovely voice to read.
To anyone who is a chaotic as me. Blimey it takes so much effort.
To anyone. Is there an answer to this?

Love
C x

Loser!

Yesterday the spirit of organisation happened upon me, like magic, as I was in the kitchen. The result - a drawer emptied of cables, old negatives, old (I mean old), sunglasses, seeds, gardening kits, old batteries, recharging kits etc. I should list all the items, make an art work out of them, fill an empty space with lists of the items they could contain. Like ghost clutter. A thought.

I mentioned this blog to someone recently - she was confused. Why was a writing when I could be tidying! Oh well.

I do hope to do this soon.
This is for Theresa who told me off yesterday.

I'm back

Oh my goodness. Time has passed. Two months - or maybe more. But here I am back on course. I was a tad distracted. The house is tidyer than it was when I started, but I have to be honest, I stopped. As you know when you stop it is soooo hard to start again. But slowly I am back.

Been working, been on holiday, been making, been baking. No - I lie, I haven't been baking. Just preparing the usual meals.

Today - What have I done. It is saturday, tidied Kitchen, went to the park, did some painting, and now I am about to finish the bedroom.

Yada yada yada.
Sadly I lost my few followers - well I have two left.

Sometimes I feel like I set myself up to fail. I felt imprisoned by the v
very blog and task I had set myself. Even though my relationship, my life etc - Was so much better for it, I felt like a fourteen year old. Why should I have to do this? Almost overwhelmed by it all again.

It feels better again.

Coincidentally (or maybe not) I stopped after visiting my parents.
I won't say too much more.

About time I grew up.

Onwards and ever onward.

This method works, and I am happy to get back on track.

Stasis

Oh blog, oh how I have missed you. It feels good to be tap tap tapping on the keyboard.

Current status - overwhelmed and over delivering workwise, and family wise, but under delivering domestic wise. Does that make sense? What I am trying to say is that I have had a domestic blip. I was doing so well, and now I feel a little like I have taken a detour, and I want to get back on track.

Start today.
No procrastination.
But first I must go to sleep.
So in fact I will start tomorrow.
Except my youngest has to go into hospital for an op :-(

No excuse.
I will do my 15 minutes, and I will report back.

Too many books

Is it possible to have too many books?
I think we may have too many books.
I love books, j loves books, the kids love books.
The thing is, I believe the children would treasure them more if they felt they were really special. It is a tricky one really, because they adore them, and I don't want to give away books they want to look at.

We haven't got lots, we have 1000's. Well a 1000 or so.

I feel so much better to day.
My office is looking better by the day, the boys room is unrecognisably tidy. What I want to achieve though is more than tidying.
I can only do this bit by bit.
I am so glad that this is day 40 rather than day one.

Happy weekend.
Hope it snows again tomorrow.

Day 38

Sigh.
I am finding it really hard to keep this going. During the week I am so tired trying to juggle work, children and life. I know that it is making a difference, but I want to find the fun in it, and I can't at the moment. Probably thinking too hard.

Yesterday the school was shut because of the snow. Fabulous. I took the kids sledging.
Magical, and wonderful and free. That is what life should be like.

Maybe I should live in a treehouse.
Maybe I was kidnapped as a child, and I really am from the aristocracy, and need staff to organise my life.

Anyone fancy being staff?
Payment in accordians, snowstorms, and photography.

Now to the point.
The big clean up; the big project.

Yesterday organised O's desk, and the boxes by it. Brought art stuff down stairs, and the cupboard that used to be full of baby paraphenalia is now organised with art materials.

Today spent half an hour cleaning up my office/study/room.
Maybe tomorrow if I am feeling really brave I will post a before picture.