A Merry Mess

“Though our house is in a mess, please come…”

I don’t remember the rest of what that hanging said; it hung in the doorway of a relative’s house. I remember feeling very amused by it even though I was quite young at the time. Truth is that the house in question was always, and I mean ALWAYS, as neat as a pin! I had never seen it in disarray, and my mom too had many tales of how that aunty kept her house spic and span.

I try to keep my house tidy and I fail miserably. Friends who stop by always feel I’m exaggerating. One trick I’ve managed to implement is to have everything behind closed doors. Out of sight is out of mind, right? However, that does not stop me from being painfully aware of just how messy my house is and how I would love to straighten it all out. Only that would take a lot, for the force (of inertia) is pretty strong with me! πŸ™‚

It’s funny how other people’s houses always appear so much more organized and neater than my own. I always end up admiring how neatly the cups are lined up, and how perfectly dust-free the coffee table is, and how the beds look so immaculately made. My house isn’t exactly a mess all the time; I do like to put things in their place at least once a day, but it seldom stays that way. The internal dialog that keeps running through my mind reminds me so much of Calvin and Hobbes – why clean when it’s going to get dirty again?!

The flip side also has many redeeming arguments. A messy place is a place that’s lived in, put the living before the cleaning, and so on. I have visited several houses which were terrible messes, but the hospitality was so warm and generous that you soon forgot all about the clutter. I conveniently take refuge in these comforting theories when I have not cleaned in a while and convince myself that there are more important things to do in life, like reading a book or aimlessly surfing the net.

Personally, I’ve realized that I can’t think too well when I have too much clutter around me. I need to put it all away, and maybe put the chair against the cupboard door to prevent it all from falling out! πŸ˜‰

Right now, sequins lie scattered around, accompanied by rolls of tape and newspaper and glittering wrapping paper and scissors and books and keys and bags and piles of folded clothes… It’s certainly given me something to write about, but I must go and put away things now before I can do anything else!

P.S.: And so, on this messy note, the blogathon experiment ends. Successfully, I might add. Thanks for reading. πŸ™‚

2 thoughts on “A Merry Mess

  1. I read somewhere “A clean house is a wasted life.” And I’ve taken it to heart, conveniently πŸ™‚

    Enjoyed the blogathon immensely. I wish Feb had more days.

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