Finally, finally, finally starting to get the apartment looking the way I want it to. The public areas of the apartment have been fine - a quick tidy before company arrived and no one would ever know the state of our master bedroom and ensuite, which were a hoarders-meets-storage wars gong show.
A couple of months ago, I decided I needed 10 square feet in this home where I didn't have to clean up after anyone but myself, so I kicked HWSNBN out of the ensuite he'd laid claim to almost ten years ago. It's now MY bathroom, and what a lovely, clean, serene space it is. All ten square feet of it.
Then I got rid of enough stuff to say goodbye to a monstrously large armoire, and instead put a desk in the space where it had been. Another six square feet of my own space, to do my own thing.
A few days ago I did a major purge/declutter of our bedroom, and it's at long last starting to look like a bedroom instead of a storage locker people happen to sleep in. Progress!
I feel like I've lost 20 pounds. It's so hard to get started with the organizing and the purging, but once I get going, I'd happily give away or throw out everything in my house. Except my guitar. And a persian carpet or two.
Today, Imp got a new bed. I've been wanting to get him a loft bed with a desk under it for ages. We live in 900 square feet; we need to use every bit of space we have efficiently.
I think he likes it.