Saturday, July 9, 2011

Pretty Purple Purse=Good Day For FlyLady Flunky

Ok, ok.  I didnt really stay on track today with getting things cleaned up around here.  I didnt let anything get WORSE, so I'm looking at this from a glass-half-full perspective.

Today I did a favor for my Aunt D, which involved some tooling around in the car.  At my final destination I found myself next to Target, and I realized I still had a few dollars left on a gift card that was burning a hole in my wallet...

What I really wanted to buy was a new purse, since the one I have been using for the past 2 years (day in and day out) is neither fashionable nor in the best of shape, but purses have been one of the few things Target disappoints me on.  They do have a much better selection online, but I hate choosing stuff like that without being able to get my hands on it.

I also need a new wallet, as the hand-me-down Liz Claiborne one I have also been using day-in-day-out (for 4 years!) was also getting a tad ratty.  But alas, nothing was really striking my fancy.  I wandered over to the clearance jewelry section (cause that's how I roll) and something pretty and purple caught my eye.  There, among the gaudy over sized rings and pendants was a cute little greyish-purple clutch purse, also on clearance for $3.75!  I inspected it and deemed it to have enough places for all my cards, checkbook, cash, etc. and carried it protectively under my arm for the rest of my shopping trip.  Ain't nobody gonna steal my purple purse!

(above) Wallet before.   : /

(above) Wallet after!   :)

So yes, its technically a clutch purse and not a wallet like I intend to use it, but what, are the purse police gonna come after me? I don't think so.

I also scored a pair of the jeans I like, also on clearance for $10.00!  Do you know how hard it is for me to find even one pair in my size, fit, and bootcut when they are full price?  Normally I have to walk out of the store empty handed and wait for them to hopefully get more in next time, and here they were, and 1/2 price.  Sold!

All in all I would say I had a good, albeit unproductive day.

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Thursday, July 7, 2011

Reality Check Progress: Day 2 (And a Bonus Sewing Project!)

Day 2.  Today I took on the bathroom. Oh joy of joys!  I will admit now that it's clean I feel so much better.  During it's decline I was embarrassed about the mess and would actually apologize if someone other than myself had to use it.  It wasn't THAT bad, but I know how it feels to use someone elses' bathroom that isn't "company clean", and it's not fun. 

I have been in people's bathrooms that qualify to be on reality shows about housekeeping or hoarding, and that was when they knew they would be having people over.  I personally found that very inconsiderate, and here I was inflicting that on other people.  Shameful.

On to the pictures!

(above) Sink area before.  Yuck.

(above) Sink area after- yea!

(above) Gross splattered mirror.

(above) Crystal clean!

(above) Close up of sink before.  Ewwww.

(above) Sink looking all shiny and new!

(above) Storage shelf before.  Clutter City.

(above) Storage shelf after.  Much better.

(above) Glass shelving before.  Please note my "Ghetto iHome" (aka an old computer speaker) that I used to play music loud enough to sing to in the shower.

(above) Glass shelves after.  I removed the Ghetto iHome and replaced it with the (used and gifted) real thing in another part of the bathroom.

(above) Overall view before.

(above) Overall view after.  Ahhhh.

I have now officially cleaned 1/2 of my suite, and have the sewing room and closet to go.  I think I will try to tackle the sewing room next, the closet scares me a little...

On a side note: Last night after I finished cleaning I decided to try and make my own wrap from a tutorial I found on Pinterest.  It was originally posted on Behind The Seams under her DIY projects.  It involves taking 1 square yard of fabric and cutting 2 holes in it.  Simple!  I will admit that I wanted to finish the edges and not leave them raw, so I turned the hem and reinforced the arm holes with some stitching.  If I were to make another in a different color, I would possibly cut the arm holes a little closer to the folded edge.  She recommends 6 inches down and 6 inches in, but for me I'm thinking 5 inches in might give me the little bit of give I seem to need to prevent it pulling across my back like it does now. (The girl who posted the tutorial does seem to be petite, whereas I am not, so her measurements may be perfect for her but not everyone else.)  Here's the end result:

The color is actually a really pretty blood red, but the color kept washing out in the photos.  Next time I would like to try a marigold yellow if I can find the right type of fabric in that shade!


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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Reality Check Progress: Day 1

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Believe it or not, I actually got up this morning and started cleaning my junk-pit of a suite. I mainly focused on my bedroom and the results feel so nice compared to the way it was. Now I can walk around without tripping over clothes on the floor or getting crumbs on my feet. Everything is washed, hung up, vacuumed, dusted, etc. I even washed and ironed my curtains!


There is some more detailed cleaning that I would like to get to, but if I get that hyper-focused now I will loose time on making progress where it is really needed and burn myself out in the process. So, without further ado, here is what I accomplished today:

(above) The nightstand before, since I didn't get a decent shot of it yesterday.

(above) Nightstand after.

(above) Crumbs and dust bunnies galore.

(above) All clean, and I even tried a new trick I came across on Pinterest.  You take one of those office clips and run your cords through them to keep them from falling to the floor.  I did it for my iPhone charger.

(above) Dusty mirror before.

(above) Mirror after I attacked it with my feather duster and Windex.  This would have been a perfect job for the Rags in a Bag if I had some...

(above) Book/movie shelf before, also doubles as a place to put pop cans I no longer have room for on the nightstand.

(above) Book/movie shelf after.

(above)  All the dishes that had to go downstairs to be washed.

(above) A reminder how my bedroom looked last night.

(above) The end result!



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Reality Check Photo Op

So once again I have been a bad blogger AND a bad FlyBaby.  It's a good thing I named this blog "FlyLady Flunky" and not "Tales of the Bestest FlyLady Follower EVER" or I think the other FlyBabies would show up at my house brandishing pitchforks and torches. (Or perhaps timers and Rags in a Bag?)

To sum things up since I last posted, I left my job.  That's the big highlight in my life.  And yes I quit and wasn't fired, but it wasn't a planned quitting.  It was a  "I can no longer allow them to treat me this way and still claim to have any shreds of self respect left." type of situation.  That's all I really want to say about that.

So here I am, unemployed, bored, with no new job prospects on the horizon.  That gets really depressing really fast.  You would think that with all this time on my hands I would have the cleanest house ever, but depression doesn't work like that.  Instead things seem so much harder than they really are and you move in slow motion.  Procrastination is now my middle name.  I really need to get back into the swing of things, starting with my living quarters.

I logged onto Facebook tonight and saw that FlyLady had put out a challenge for everyone to post pictures of their messy houses online as motivation to get things cleaned up.  I've decided to take that challenge but post them here on Ye 'Ol Blog to help motivate me to write again.  Two birds with one stone if you will...

Here are the before pictures of my current state of living, no excuses made.  (Except the aforementioned depressing unemployment situation.)

(above) Bedroom.  Clean laundry dumped onto the floor.  Bed unmade.  Collection of 20 (yes 20!) pop cans hiding behind my laptop screen on the nightstand.  Oh. The. Shame.

(above) Closet.  Mostly the Ex's stuff he still needs to come and get, but I used to have it all neatly stacked and awaiting his arrival.  Now it's been rummaged through and prohibiting easy access to anything else in there.

(above) Bathroom.  More pop cans.  Dirty clothes on the floor.  Everything needs a good scrubbing.  (I did clean the bathtub tonight- go me!)

(above) Sewing room.  MORE pop cans, unfinished projects, dirty socks and dust bunnies.

There you have it.  My pathetic mess of a life manifesting itself as a pathetic mess of a house.  Hopefully the public humiliation will help motivate me to get back into gear, out of this slump and have, as my Dad once said "an abnormally clean room" once again.  Words of encouragement and swift kicks in the rear will be appreciated.

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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Getting Things Done (Or Not)

I got a promotion! (Sort of.)  The real story is that on paper, I am still a historic interpreter for the living history museum where I work. (Actually, all our titles recently changed to "Museum Educators", but that's just semantics.)  The "promotion" I am speaking of is really just making the additional duties of acting as the museum costumer slightly more official. To be clear- the museum doesn't actually have a "Costumer" with a capital-C.  They haven't for years.  They have regular employees such as myself who have some skill and knowledge in this department doing their darnedest to keep everyone looking decent and as period-correct as possible.  For the past year, they didn't even have anyone doing that.  The costume department became a free-for-all with no one accounting for who was wearing what or maintaining the costumes we have, let alone producing anything new.  I took some of these duties upon myself trying to keep things from going totally chaotic, such as sewing on buttons for those who lost them, or altering a petticoat so no one tripped on the hem.  I was doing these things on a completely unofficial basis as favors to the wearers of costumes in need of mending, mainly on my own time with my own supplies.

This year things have started off with the pleasant surprise of management making my completely unofficial title of costumer slightly more official.  Like I said, they don't have an open position for a capital-C Costumer, and haven't for a decade.  What I am now is the costumer, lower-case-c.  (I hope this makes sense.) Basically I fulfill the duties that a Costumer would, which is mainly running the costume department, but since the official position doesn't exist, I can't even hope to be the official Costumer.  I didn't get a raise, I don't get cool business cards with my name on them, but it does give me more hours which I desperately need, so for now, I'm happy.

I spent weeks just trying to get the costume rooms cleaned up and organized enough to function within, and now we are well into the beginning of our programming season.  For part of the day I play a roll in our Underground Railroad program like everyone else, but after they leave in the afternoon you can find me sitting in the basement costume office trying to keep my head from spinning with everything that needs to be done around there.  Some things are very long term or low-priority tasks, such as neatly winding up the bags of ribbon that were donated to us so they don't get all knotted up, but other things are last-minute yet high-priority such as replacing 4 buttons on a pair of man's trousers that all popped off on the same say so he has the ability to wear them the next morning.  I'm pretty sure the employee wearing those trousers thanks me that I at least recognize the difference in priority levels. ;)

The only problem I am having with this priority-level thing is that it often leaves me with tasks sitting on my to-do list that I really really want the satisfaction of crossing off, but when other things pop up (or pop off, as in the case of the buttons) they get moved to the back burner.  A good example of this would be (ironically) the case of another set of buttons.

This coming weekend we will be starting another program for which a few staff members need additional costumes outside of what they usually wear.  One of these items is a wool over-shirt from the Ohio Pioneer era of 1810-1815ish.  The employee who is to wear this shirt apparently has much smaller wrists than the last guy who wore it, so the cuff openings just slip right down over his hands.  Not a problem- all I need to do is add another button to each cuff about 2 inches over so he can tighten them to his size.  This should take me 15 minutes, tops.  However, even though I put this task on my to-do list a week ago, I still haven't been able to get around to doing it.  Other things have taken priority over the shirt buttons because their due-dates have fallen in a more-immediate time frame, such as RIGHT NOW, or the following morning.  Tasks like these crop up every day and I must fit them in with the other items that are more on-going projects.

I realize this is life, and how I should be handling things. The problem is, the shirt-button due-date is this coming Thursday, here it is Sunday, and this 15-minute-tops project still isn't completed.  I know with the way things have been going I will probably get the chance to put them on sometime like late-Wednesday afternoon, and to me, this feels like procrastination.  It's not, I know that, but I am the kind of girl that likes to get things done, cross it off the list, and forget about it.  Not,  let them sit festering on the list for over a week where it taunts me with it's approaching due-date.  I'm sure this is just another way my perfectionism is manifesting itself and I will just have to adjust and grow accustomed to this way of prioritizing projects, but can't someone make the little nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me I have somehow failed go away? Please?

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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A Helping Hand

I'm a crummy daughter.  Or at least that's how I feel sometimes.  I currently live with my parents (again!) and have been applying my FlyLady Routines only to the area I inhabit most, my "suite".  (2 bedrooms, bath, and a large closet.)  The only time I venture down through the main living area of the house is to get to the garage or kitchen, and even then I don't really linger.  I'm just passing through.  I did the math, and I'm pretty sure I only spend collectively maybe 1 hour per week downstairs.

Because of this I don't really feel the obligation to be overly concerned with making sure the rest of the house is tidied into a neat little package like my "suite" is every night before I go to bed.  I didn't mess it up, let the people who do take care of it...  I know this is a very negative way to think, but overall it's true.  I put a lot of effort into keeping my space and life in general as organized as possible, and that takes up plenty of time.  Why should I be picking up after my adult parents, adult sisters, my sisters' significant others, and their dogs?  Though, as much as I try to rationalize it, that little nagging voice of guilt keeps eating away at me. I should help more...

I'm not saying I never help out downstairs, but it's definitely not as often as my conscience is telling me I should be.  Another problem I have is that I hate doing things just because they are expected of me.  For instance- if my mother asked me to vacuum the living room (which I hardly even set foot in!), it bugs me that I am now obligated to do it.  But- if I were to walk through the living room and take it upon myself to do a nice thing and vacuum it for her, well, then I walk away from the chore feeling good about myself.  I'm not sure I want to know what that says about my personality, but it is what it is. 

Another example would be a friend of mine from years back.  When I would go visit (they lived out of state) it was common that they would have to work while I was there.  The first time this happened, I decided to be nice and clean up their house while they were working.  What a nice surprise to come home to, right?  Well, after a couple more visits, there came a time when I didn't get around to cleaning their house while they were gone.  And you know what? They had the nerve to be irritated that I hadn't cleaned their house!  It had gone from a nice gesture I was making to help out, to it being expected of me.  That really rubs me the wrong way.

Anyway, to help alleviate my conscience, I've decided that I am going to add helping out in the main part of the house to my daily routines:


For now I've stuck it in my Afternoon/After Work Routine, and we'll see how that goes. True to my FlyLady teachings, I've assigned myself to "House Help" for 15 minutes a day.  There is no way I am going to incorporate the entire house into my own personal routines and take on the responsibility of keeping it ship-shape the way I do my own space, because I think it would kill me.  And, try as I may, I can't seem to get the rest of the family onto a FlyLady-esque system. So for now, it's just 15 minutes a day on whatever I see needs to be done.  Yesterday I vacuumed the living room, kitchen, and our "piano room" (kinda like an office/den) and wiped down the kitchen counters.  Today I cleaned the toilet in the half bathroom. Tomorrow- who knows?  I feel better about myself and the house is looking better too.  And by making it self-imposed, I don't have that annoying (albeit misplaced as it may be) resentment I feel from being told to do something.

On a side note- I was talking to my Dad yesterday and said something about my room being the cleanest in the house.  (OK, I was bragging a little...) His reply was something to the effect of "Yeah, your room is insanely clean...".  Why, thanks for noticing, Dad.  :)

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

It's Hard To Smile, But FlyLady Made Me

Two days ago I received devastating, life-altering news.  I don't want to talk about it here, please don't ask what it was.  I'll just say that it's the kind of news that instantly gave me a sense of superficiality about everything I do, from brushing my hair to watching a DVD.

Already I find myself having mood swings ranging from feeling almost normal with my sadness sitting just below the surface, to full-out bawling a few minutes later.  But honestly, after news like this, there is no more normal.

I almost feel like I am doing something wrong as I go about my daily business, completing the tasks in my routines, and sometimes feel like I have weights attached to my clothes as I do so, making a simple chore feel that much more difficult to complete.  I know I have to fight this feeling, because life goes on, but shaking the feeling that everything is so pointless now it hard.  Again, I have to fight it. 

Earlier today I was  searching YouTube for a video of FlyLady when she was on the show "I'm Pregnant and a Hoarder" to show a friend, and while I was there I got sidetracked and started watching some of the other videos on her channel.  I came across one where she is cleaning out rotten potatoes from her potato bin, and the sight of her squealing with disgust and practically gagging actually got a giggle out of me:



Thanks FlyLady for making me smile today, even if I didn't feel like it.

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