Ha!
I don't really want to gut out my house. I'd sooner move than go through that hell.
I'm just cleaning. The clutter is strangling me. And I'm feeling rather manic about it and find myself channeling the crazy mom in Beetlejuice.
I'm approaching it the way you'd approach sweeping the floor. Start at the corners and work your way in.
So far, our bedroom is done. 5 trash bags of clothes and shoes, old luggage, odd vases and nick-nacks have all gone to Good-Will. Curtains washed. Baseboards washed. Windows washed. Books that were piled on my night stand and on the floor by my night stand have been shelved and just the one I'm reading "Aphrodite" by Isabel Allende lays on the warm wood as is gleams in the small reading lamp. Old art work has been removed. New art work put up.
Now all that's left is the living room. And the dining room. And the kitchen. And the computer room downstairs. And the linen closet. And the hall closet.
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I too, have been cleaning. I stared with our walkin closet. It looks so much bigger. And to make things even better, I found $13 in the pocket of a bathrobe. Go figure. Who knows what else I'll find when I clean the other bedroom closet.
It's warsh...and you forgot to mention when you're finished with your house you're starting on mine.
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