Show Me a Woman With a Clean House...

...and I'll show you a very dull woman.

So says the magnet on my grandmother's refrigerator door. Of course, my grandmother's house is spotless in my eyes, but she thinks it messy. I can vouch for her not being a very dull woman, so perhaps my house is beyond messy for me to think hers tidy?

In any case, here's the magnet that sits in the place of honor upon my fridge:

Let's just say I am not God's gift to housekeeping. There are so many more important things to do...like blogging! Although I'm certain City Boy would disagree. His mother is the Wonder-Woman-Domestic-Goddess that all daughters in law are to live up to, but sadly do not. Get yourself a glass of water in that house, set it down for two minutes, then try to find it when you turn back around. It's not there. It's contents have been emptied into the sink and the glass is in the dishwasher. Have you any idea how many glasses of water I drink during the day? I swear the woman washed an entire load one day of my water glasses alone.

You already know I don't like cleaning toilets. I also see little reason to make beds. Vacuum? What's that? Don't get me started on dust...I collect dust bunnies! Hey, every one's got to have a hobby, and as far as collections go, dust is cheap!

Now then, there is the little issue of work space. Sue has challenged people to post their spaces. I've been seeing other work spaces posted across blog land as well...these people believe their spaces are messy. I believe these people must be dull. Here is my evidence that they are very dull people. Please don't go running, shrieking and crying away from my blog when you see these photos. They are graphic in nature; so very disturbing and likely deserve some form of rating system that the movie people have yet to come up with (because they've never seen anything so bad!)

You have been warned...

This is the dining room table where we do not sit down to eat. Instead, I pile my label making things onto it, leave a few packages to be shipped, empty brownie containers (it was Darling's, and I don't know who ate the last of her brownies, really I don't! I'm on a diet, remember?) My bible is also there, reminding me that I've only got six days left to do my lesson for bible study. It will likely remain there, half hidden, for six days and then I'll rush to get it done two hours before we meet. (Confession is good for the soul, right?)

Can you see that white cabinet hidden back there? I think there are fragrance oils in it, but I'm not too certain as it's been buried for several weeks now.

City Boy is often frustrated with my messes and continually tries to clean up after me (thank you, City Boy, for caring.) He has tried several times to organize me, but the trouble is he gets it looking so tidy and condensed that there is always an open shelf when he's done...that would be the top right shelf in this case, where I have stuffed stuff. I'm not sure what the stuff is, but likely it's important and I may need it some day. I won't know what it is, of course, and will forget where I've stuffed it, but that's besides the point.

Now, here is where I may loose you....

As you can see, this area needs a little work. Okay, a lot of work. There sits the knitting machine I asked for, and received, for Christmas. It sits beneath piles of fabric (and of course there's no reason for me to have fabric stashes as I don't really sew, especially after the Big Bottom incident), DVDs and it looks like some cream. Behind it lies foam for felting projects, boxes of yet to be labeled lotions, and the remnant of neatly stacked soaps that are being stored for the spring market. Way in the back you will see the yarns and even a felted purse that hang where they can be seen, but not touched (because I can't reach them over the mess!)

Yes, it's messy. But I can assure you that if the magnets speak truth, I am not in the least bit dull, and man, do I look good!