I'm pretty sure we all have a bit (or more than a bit) of clutter in our homes, but for some reason we feel the need to eliminate that clutter if we're expecting guests. I have someone housesitting for me next month, so I officially need to start working on making my house artificially sterile and organized.
I should explain why our house is weird. It's old. It's so old that there isn't a shower upstairs, only a bathtub with an extremely slow faucet. The shower is in the basement, and the basement is what I'd call "marginally creepy." We've gotten used to it, but I'm sure outsiders would still consider our basement a bit scary. I'm sure there are spiders down there right now, but at least this is the wrong time of year for snakes! (Yes, I find snakes in the basement from time to time. Usually dead thanks to the cats, but still. Snakes.
The shower isn't anything fancy. I'm pretty sure it was installed just so the former owner would have a place to rinse off after deer hunting. It's not the worst utility shower I've ever seen, but it's definitely not a normal shower.
So, knowing the basement needs a lot of work, I decided to clean and rearrange the pantry upstairs. Totally logical decision.
The pantry had become a catch-all for all random junk that didn't have anywhere else to go. I spent about two hours on Sunday throwing stuff away, rearranging the dog medications and grooming supplies, etc. I still need to go through a few shelves and pitch items we won't use, but it looks much better now.
After the pantry, I decided to rearrange the kitchen. This happens about once a quarter. Our kitchen is tiny and has bizarre counter space. We have black appliances but a white bread box. The walls are mustard yellow. We have the standard kitchen junk, but we also have oddities such as a bowl full of crystals, a little resin Buddha, a brand new Scentsy warmer, and a buffalo dish scrubber hanging from the window. Steve says it's chaotic. I prefer the term 'eclectic.' Throughout the entire house, it seems we walk the thin line between quirky and cluttered. I tried the whole 'clean and impersonal as a hotel room' method of housekeeping, and it sucked.
Obviously, the basement still needs work. I've been chipping away at it, but there's a ton of cardboard that needs to be recycled. Our recycling gets picked up once every two weeks, and our bin isn't big enough to fit all the remaining cardboard. Hopefully it'll all be gone by the time my poor friend must endure the creepy basement in order to shower.
Oh! Another crappy thing about the house is that we don't have a guest bedroom. We have a master bedroom, a nerd cave, a living room, a nook that acts as my "office" .... a dining room, a kitchen, and a massive creepy basement. When we originally bought the house, we'd planned on putting in a guest room in the basement. Oh, how naive we were... who in their right mind would want to sleep down there? No one, that's who. Except maybe a serial killer. I bet a serial killer would love sleeping in the basement.
I will admit that the basement is well-lit. That's about all it has going for it. It's a work in progress. I will see if I can tackle a bit more of the basement tonight. Then again, I may just watch the final season of Dexter. I have priorities, folks!