f is for free yarn! and fantasies

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So F is for free yarn. Vickie Howell, Craftitrix extraordinaire and host of Knitty Gritty is starting new podcast, Craft, Rock, Listen. (or CRL: with Vickie Howell) Hurray! And to promote it she's giving away some of her luscious yarn (while supplies last). So hopefully, I'm not the last on the wagon, although I probably am.

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See here for info on my Encyclopedia of Me.

She's also got a great giveaway going on over at her blog for some cool craft books. Check it out!

F is also for fantasies and not of me and Fabio (shudder) lying on some white sugar sand beach somewhere. I have this ridiculous fantasy and it goes something like this:

I'm sitting on my loveseat in my office/studio, knitting/crocheting along on some project. Lovely soft classical music plays in the background. My youngest daughter is playing at my feet on my immaculately clean floor. My older daughter is absorbed in her book, homework all finished and neatly put away. I get up from my project to make my way across my completely clutter-free and spotless home to the kitchen where I have a pot of something yummy-smelling on the stove. (probably some sort of beef goulash and homemade noodles) I make myself a pot of tea. DH comes up from the basement with a load of laundry and proceeds to fold it. We eat dinner. Kids go to bed on time. (in their freakishly clean room) and DH and I run out to the bookstore for coffee and some magazine browsing while Grandma stays at home with the kids and reads.

Honestly, I don't think my fantasy is actually that far off. I think the only thing standing between me and this fantasy is about 2 tons of crap that I can't seem to part with and let go to other homes/recycle/throw away. I've done a lot in the past, but just can't seem to go that final 2 miles.  Don't get me wrong, it's not so bad that there are pathways to wend your way around the crap (at least most of the time!) and all the piles of laundry in the laundry basket are actually clean, but need to be put away.

Does anyone else have this problem? How do you find the inspiration/motivation/perspiration for that final push through the last pile of junk?

Comments

[shellakers]

[this is good] You're KILLING me again! lol  I think the part of your fantasy that reeled me in was "going to bed in their FREAKISHY clean room"!  Ahhhh....  Do we dare to dream? lol

[Jane of Art]

[this is good] I have a similar non-Fabio fantasy that involves having a huge yard and me sipping tea on the deck while watching the kids play peacefully together. But in mine my hubby is making dinner. ;)

I totally have the crap problem probably worse in some areas of my house because we actually do have those tricky pathways, but im at a loss too! LOL

Usually the final push comes because some family member is coming to visit and i dont want their criticism. Other than that I have no motivation. So if you figure this out let me know :)

[rachwanted4]

Oh, I want your fantasy too.

Seriously, I have WAY to much crap and it stresses me out!

[Befanee]

[this is good] I definitely have the crap problem...and I always intend to attack it but am only motivated when my mom is coming to visit haha. I do a little when Travis visits but he is worse than me so I feel ok leaving some of it. Though up until a few weeks ago no one was allowed in my kitchen...EVER! I still have a corner to do...I was so close and the cats knocked over my only potted plant (baby wildflowers I have been growing all summer from seeds)  and spilled the plants and dirt all over that area...and I was very upset and cried and could not clean it up at that time. :(

I also get very attached to things and end up with a LOT of stuff...and I don't have proper storage furniture so I go to put things away but they have no place to go!

It is all a dilemma indeed.

P.S. My fantasy is in-unit washer and drier...and cats that never pee or poop lol.

[Phisch]

My fantasy is close, but it involves self-folding and self-putting-away clothing and other washables. Or maybe my fantasy involves a robot that does it for me unobtrusively.

On the stove is beef stew, rice in the rice cooker and Alton Brown's The Chewy chocolate chip cookies in the oven. Clean children, clean and funkily decorated bedrooms, actual bookshelves (we still don't have them ergo boxes everywhere) and non-leather furniture in the bonus room. Not that there's furniture there now but the boys want leather for the smell which I find loathesome.