Do you ever have those days where you wake up and say,
"I'm going to clean my house today. The whole thing. All of it."
Alright so I tried to clean my whole house the other day.
I started with the kitchen.
And ended with the kitchen.
Why? You ask.
Well, because I opened my pantry and this is what I saw...
I'm not going to lie.
I was scared.
I looked in the dictionary for the definition of "hot mess"
This is what I saw:
So I organized.
And after a few hours it looked like this:
Let's take another looksie
It makes me so happy.
Is that wrong?
You know what makes me the happiest?
My little tin-can soldier corner.
The little Mormon girl in me is just plain giddy at this sight.
I can't help it.
Most of it went to pantry numero dos.
It lives in the garage.
Now it needs organization too.
We'll save that for later.