ode to my mother

My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year, and honestly, I couldn’t think of anything. Either I am getting more mature & frugal, or I buy everything I want. Since I know the latter is not the case, I’ll go with the first. :) After consideration, I decided what I really wanted was her help organizing and cleaning our house. My mom is an organization diva, and it’s a common joke that when she decides to retire, she will become my personal assistant. Unfortunately my genes didn’t pick up on this natural talent, but I am learning… slowly, but surely.

When we first moved into this house (over a year ago), if there was one room I was dying to change, it was our guest room. Lime green walls, very obscure stencils across the top. . . yes, you are getting a mental image by now. Instead of my grand plans to make it into the most feminine room in our home, it became a storage dump. And slowly (or not so slowly), junk piled up… and pretty soon it became sheer embarrassment. So yesterday, my darling mother came by with one goal: clean out what I don’t want, organize what I do, pick out and buy paint, and for goodness sake… get those hideous stencils off the wall! We accomplished EVERY SINGLE THING. That’s just how Sandy works.

Here are some photos for your (but mostly my) enjoyment.

Is she not the cutest mom you’ve ever seen? And if you look closely in that beautifully organized closet, you may notice there’s a letter-jacket (or two) hanging. And maybe a cheerleading uniform. Hey people, I got rid of 6 very large trashbags of personal belongings… I just couldn’t do it. I know. I know. I know.

So, there you have it, my Christmas gift from Momma: quality time, laughing (mostly at my hoarding abilities), and a super clean space. Still lime green walls, but hey, I think we did pretty good for one day.

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