My KonMari Journey — ‘Komono’ — Toys

Decluttering toys with the KonMari Method

If you’re going to tackle your kids’ toys, I can’t emphasise enough how important it is that they’re out of the way when you do it. Anything else is pure folly, like sweeping leaves in a hurricane. You have been forewarned. That’s what I found when I did a little pre-declutter with my daughter around. Lot’s of “oohing” and “aahing” out of her as she re-discovered lost “treasures” (mostly things that made lots of noise). I quickly admitted defeat and deferred the project to a later date. If you have kids of your own, you’ll understand and empathise when I… Onwards! ->

My KonMari Journey — ‘Komono’ — The Garage

So I finally started tackling the first of the trio of terror — the garage (the other two being my daughter’s toys and the attic). Seriously, I’d been putting this off for so long that it became this giant Everest in my head. Though, in fairness, it’s easy to see why: My husband was convinced I was mad when I told him what I was going to do (although he’s been “convinced” of that for a long time now). He tried to persuade me to put it off to a day when he was available to help out, and after… Onwards! ->

My KonMari Journey — ‘Komono’ — Laundry Room (& more!)

You can keep a secret, right? Super. Then you’re not going to tell Marie Kondo that, recently, I’ve been tackling some locations instead of categories, are you? Excellent. On with the KonMari show! After finishing the kitchen (which you can read about here), I was frustrated by the amount of stuff that was still in there. Toys, for example. And books. And things that had been “discarded” in the kitchen purge but were still sitting around waiting to be re-homed to the charity shop. So I did the only thing I could think of that would bring me some sanity… Onwards! ->

Maintenance Now or Mayhem Later

  The story As a landlady, there are few things I dread more than getting a text from a tenant. Invariably, it means something is broken or has otherwise gone wrong, and it’s going to take a pile of money or a good amount of time and petrol to sort it out. Or — horror of horrors — both. This time it was the vacuum cleaner, the washing machine, the tall lamp, and the TV’s cable connection. All were broken, according to various text messages. My bank balance was already weeping. Nonetheless, I told them I’d be over to investigate,… Onwards! ->