So here's a question -- Who glues that wretched indoor / outdoor carpeting to bare cement? Really, who? Well, the people who built my house for starters. And it covers my entire basement: the mud room, the hall, the laundry room, the rec room, the workout room. Wall to wall, end to end, fraying grey-blue carpeting. I've contemplated trying to rip it up. The mere thought of that hurts my back. And so it greets me in all it's discoloured glory every time I enter the house via the mud room.
The mud room...no idea why it's called that. Other than the fact that it's the room off the garage that's used 99.9% of the time to come into the house so it stands a fair chance of getting muddy. Not that I'm in the habit of hosting professional mud wrestlers. Mud wrestling dogs on the other hand....
But I can now cross the mud room off the purge list. It's not so much a room really, more of a large vestibule with three cupboards, a table and an old dresser. Home to a plethora of coats and shoes and boots and hats and scarves and mitts and all the crap you drop the second you walk in the door. Other than the carpet, that's the biggest problem with the mud room. It's the first thing I see when I come home. And for me, a cluttered room (or vestibule as the case may be) equals a cluttered mind. Got to where I hated coming into the house.
But not anymore. Now the space is pristine. Nothing on the table but my keys. Everything has a place in the cupboards -- coats are hung, shoes are stowed, hats and scarves and mitts all have their own neat little basket. The ones that survived the purge that is.
And so I'm down to it. One room to go.
See, I do more than read books and bitch about bedding.
On another note...In a couple of days, I'm outta here. Italy here I come. So...Ciao...for now.
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