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I Miss My Creative Clutter

January 27, 2009

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For those who haven’t followed this blog, my husband is getting ready to retire, so we have our house on the market. We need to downsize. This past weekend we had an open house to try to generate some new interest.

This place is so clean and neat and tastefully decorated. When my husband was helping me get it ready for the open house, my directive was that if it didn’t look like a decorator put it there, it had to go out of sight.

One part of me wants to keep it this way for as long as possible because it shines and smells nice, and feels almost like living in a B&B, but it certainly isn’t going to stay this way if we have to actually cook and eat and do art and have dogs and cats here! My fantasy is that we sell it immediately to those nice kids who came through here on Sunday and even came back to bring the parents of the husband or wife. I’m definitely keeping all fingers and toes crossed for that.

I am completely unaccustomed to living and working in a pristine environment. I love and miss my clutter. Well . . . at least a certain amount of it, because too much can be stressful. But a little creative clutter is good for the soul.

24 Comments leave one →
  1. January 27, 2009 4:20 pm

    Martha: I hope the young couple buys your house, too. I remember a long time ago you mentioned that you had your house on the market. Is this the same house? Where will you go? My husband was laid off about three weeks ago, and he’s driving me nuts hanging around here. Do you and your husband have plans to travel?

  2. January 27, 2009 4:23 pm

    Clutter became a danger to me. I reached a point at which I was wishing that a thunderstorm would hit the house and burn it down. It was a hell of a job to sort out what I still needed. One big waste bag after another left the house. My new love helped me. I trembled when he started picking the stuff out of another box. He said, just decide: keep it — give it away — dump it.
    So we went on for days. I was sick. I needed his leather jacket to protect me. I was miserable. We moved into a flat together; each had 2/3 of the space we had had before. I was so sick that I just moved between bed and bath for four days. Then I understood: I never thought the stuff was mine, but acted as if I was taking care of someone else’s property; I wasn’t aware I can throw it away! Since we moved, I am so grateful. He saved my life.

  3. Sandra permalink
    January 27, 2009 5:38 pm

    Let’s hear it for creative clutter! I live in permanent clutter – now I know that it is creative I feel much better about it. I do wish you every success in selling your lovely home quickly and without stress or hassle. Do you have a place lined up to Alabama or will you look once you’ve sold your house?

  4. Annette permalink
    January 27, 2009 8:21 pm

    Fingers crossed for a sale really soon, Martha. Having moved a dozen times over the years, I think about you and “keeping it clean” often. I had to show two houses while getting ready for shows. For artists, the stress of moving is bad enough and then you have to put away all your stress-relievers!
    A

  5. January 27, 2009 8:57 pm

    Indeed. 🙂

    I love that we get to see you at work in that one pic.

  6. January 27, 2009 9:59 pm

    I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed that it sells soon, Martha! I love seeing your work in progress shots – I can totally relate when it comes to the controlled chaos of your painting area. I fantasize that someday I’ll have a home where everything is just so but the reality is that just isn’t me (or my husband!). I guess that’s what makes vacations so nice – a little getaway from the clutter can be so refreshing!

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