First, if you're a regular reader (or new!) and not already on her blog roll, please do leave a comment with a link to your own damn fine environs. She will add you to the list.
Yes, the Matron is in the mood to clean up! She suffers from a terrible case of Incurable Clutter Brain Suck. But Scarlett?
Does not. Views of the sonic boom, Day 3.
Yes, just 3 short days ago, Scarlett cleaned this room, top to bottom. The Matron could see the floor! The bed was free from food, crayon, and glitter! Scarlett had put away all of her clothes, shut drawers, shelved books. On the day of this sacred event, the Matron believed that the Palestinians and Israelis must just work it out.
The strange thing about this transformation, from pristine state to the current slide toward degradation? Scarlett cleaned on Thursday. She was home Friday. Saturday, she left early in the morning for an overnight, returning home mid-afternoon on Sunday only to immediately be forced to watch Stryker's Little League Tournament. (which they won! not that the matron is invested)
She returned home from the old ball park at 7 with the rest of her family. Where does she find the time, all this mess? That girl is a fast worker. The Matron is afraid to open that lovely vintage sewing box hanging (logically) with 37 other items on the door handle. She thinks she vaguely remembers it from 2005 and wonders where it's been in the interim. Food was involved.
A weekly or so cleaning seems reasonable, right girl friends? And in between -- the Matron is going to tell her frail psyche to just shut that door and repress, repress, repress.
Speaking of cleaning up! Monday is 25% off the already ridiculously cheap ValuThrift! The Matron will make a good senior citizen, she is that reliable in her shopping ways. She shows up every other Monday.
She got two Ann Taylor dresses for under $7.00. But she is so spoiled by this store that she expects at least that booty. Now, she doesn't always have brand recognition, but the Matron generally understands quality.
That's why she bought this for $3.49, without ever having heard of Twill Twenty Two:
Oh, and the reason she's never heard of this brand? She's guessing the jacket sells for well over a couple of hundred dollars. Way beyond her means!
Cleaning up! Leave that link if you're not already on board. . .
I may agree to visit my in-laws in Minnesota simply to visit ValuThrift.
ReplyDeleteClose the door and take deep breaths.
From the realm of dog hair tumble weeds...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jenn - close door, deep breaths and wait for first visit of boyfriend - the girl will clean all by her self!
Oh, and the link:
http://trudie-lifeafterac.blogspot.com/
Hmmmmmm. Value Thrift? I know of the essential "go to" for thrifty shoppers called Value Village in the metro, but not this Value Thrift of which you speak. May have to zoom radar on that one.
ReplyDeleteGood on you for cleaning up. I often think about doing that.
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ReplyDeleteWish I wasn't so far from MN - Valu Thrift sounds wonderful!
My blog is at http://smalltownmom.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteI asked my 17 year old son, "Isn't your girlfriend grossed out by your room?" "No, hers is worse." Oh dear.
Valu Thrift sounds heavenly.
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ReplyDeleteI'm updating my own blogroll in about five minutes (wink wink).
ReplyDeleteI read earlier today somewhere that housework is like trying to string a bead necklace with no knot on the end. Fo' shizzle.
I miss MN.
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What a talented little mess-maker you have :)
ReplyDeleteI like your style, Matron.
ReplyDeleteWow, I need to find that store!
ReplyDeleteReading along, feeling a bit distraught over the pain and suffering you must feel when the bedroom door is open and then, Wham. ValueThrift...two Ann Taylor dresses for $7., I lost all sense of sympathy and completely refocused on my jealousy.
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I'm not a big shopper, but I'm jealous of that thrift store!
ReplyDeleteAnd why is it that girls can make such a mess within minutes of entering a room?
OK, that's not untidy!
ReplyDeleteOooh you should see No 1 and 2's bedroom floors - very, very frightening!
I know not of ValuThrift...and this is possibly a good thing. I can spend an unGodly amount at the 100 yen store (like the dollars stores there, but much much better!!) and not even blink an eye!
ReplyDeleteThe other day I asked my 10-year old son if he was embarrassed when his friends came over and saw his totally disgusting room...."nah...they don't care. their's is just the same."
~sigh~
debbie...about to hyperventilate from taking so many deep breaths!
Really the speed with which they can clutter up a room is impressive. I do a lot of deep breathing and repression these days.
ReplyDeletei cannot belieeeeeeeeve i am not on your blogroll, and we only live about five miles apart.
ReplyDeleteNew reader here, found you via Tootsie Farklepants.
ReplyDeleteI understand Scarlett's ability. I have the ability to do the same thing. Not something I should be proud of, I understand, but a sad reality of my life.
ReplyDeleteIt just happens. ;-)
That looks like my house!
ReplyDeleteIf I am ever in MN, a visit to the ValuThrift is at the top of my "must do" list.
The open drawers in my 16 yr old daughter's room and her deposit of shoes all over the entire house are what drive me bonkers!
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My daughter's room? Looks JUST LIKE those pictures! Her idea of cleaning is to shove everthing under her dresser. At night, I clean a path from the door to her bed so I don't trip over something if I feel the need to check on her in the middle of the night.
ReplyDeleteLOVE THAT JACKET! (I'm intentionally avoiding talking about clutter and/or housework; it hurts the brain).
ReplyDeleteI so so so love my thrift stores, too.
Keep on keepin' on :)
Oh, dear. I, too, was once like Scarlett. I imagine my mom would tell you to close the door. And have a glass of wine.
ReplyDeletePlease do come visit - I promise I'll clean my room: http://noodleroux.blogspot.com/
Hey that looks like pics of my house! lol.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain, I am cleaning today too.
Good Luck and wish me some too would ya!?
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the reminder. I had better ask for updated info for my blogroll, too. So little time, so much good snark.
Oops. I don't think I ever leave my link for you. Speaking of late bloomers.
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