Clump #27: Ironing pile, take two; ironing solution, take one.
This is an update on the previous post. Yes, I vanquished the towering ironing pile of yore, but that herculean effort did not cure the underlying problem. Articles of clothing in need of ironing quickly started attaching themselves — like barnacles — onto a chair in our bedroom. Just reading the last sentence makes me laugh … as if I had nothing to do with the situation at all. That naughty laundry! Here’s a photo of the barnacle-like accumulation. The longer ignored, the stronger it’s adherence.
When I pried the pile off, this is what the top of the chair looked like. Crushed (fake) velvet. Ouch.
Okay. No further proof needed. This is, indeed, a very bad plan, if you could call it a plan. No more! I am now dedicating this laundry basket to ironing, using the small but powerful talisman(men) of labels. I love labels. This one says: Let it be known throughout the land: the ironing pile now has a home of its own … I command!
I cleared out a little bit of cluttered closet for its new home, no longer an eyesore in the bedroom, or an impediment/detriment to furniture.
As proof that good things come to those who declutter, I found my old dictionary in a pile of books in the closet. It was part of my going-to-college supplies … oh, about a million years ago … back when people looked things up in books, not computers. The sight of this old friend loyally waiting beside me on my desk is a comfort.
Guess what? While I’ve been focused indoors, Spring is busting out all over, outside. Here’s a glimpse. I love the one fully-open little bloomlet in this picture saying,”Wake up — time to open!” like the power of one clean spot in the clutter of a larger closet mess.