I used to buy myself fresh flowers as a treat, just because.
They're pretty, they brighten every room, and they are, well, cheery.
|Flowers are Cheery!|
After the break, a friend who was watching my cats offered to help me completely gut my house of all excess clutter -- so that my life, that of a mom with three kids, before we get all judgey and wonder why a friend would feel such a strong desire to help clean out a house... how messy could it be! -- and for the price of some still-owed dinners, spent a few weekends (and a few more to come, yay!) helping me gut and purge.
Purged: I have made four or five trips to Good Will since returning from Oregon after Christmas. Four or five trips where my truck has been filled with donations. Filled, to overflowing. Filled to the point of 'okay, remember, no backing up because you can't see out the back window.'
Gutted: Lets just say no one has a need for Tumeric, expiration date 2007, a dusty Pampered Chef gingerbread train mold from pre-2000 and a bag of flax, circa 2006.
The entire first level of my house is clutter free. Everything has a place. There's room. My cabinets, oh the room!
So, being thrilled (who wouldn't be) at how not cluttered/messy/crazy my living areas appeared to be, I've introduced flowers.
At first, the flowers were just on the table, but then I realized, they are even cheerier, and make the room and spaces even brighter, when they are spread out a bit.
|Just a bit of color|
My biggest motivation to finish the upstairs is the smallest of reasons.
I want to add flowers upstairs, too.
It's the smallest things that bring the greatest moments. And just looking at the flowers makes me feel a bit better, a bit cheerier.
|Yes, even the bathroom|