Tag: tidying

Things I Use And Things I Don’t [en]

These are times of transformation for me. Getting medication for my ADHD (and also, simply understanding what was going on with my brain) has really opened doors for change, after many years of feeling stuck and hopeless with certain issues.

Of course, it’s not only the meds. As my (new, wonderful) therapist says, it’s also “doing the work”. I’m actively trying to figure things out, and as I always have been, doing my best to understand life and the world. Only now, I have a better set of keys. Discussions with those around me, as well as podcasts and things I read, in addition to observing myself and analysing how I function both at work and outside of work, are all ingredients in this time of change.

Some time back I wrote about a breakthrough moment: understanding that My Space Is There To Serve Me. This notion has really stuck with me and has been a paradigm change in how I view “housework”. It has given me an impulse to really be active in creating a living space for myself which “does good things” to me. A space that does not generate stress or anxiety because of the stuff I see in it or can’t find in it, a space that helps me relax and makes me feel happy.

This impulse was already in preparation, as part of the “post-meds effect”, and also following a breakthrough during my hypnotherapy training in summer 2023 – I still need to write about that, in fact.

Years ago, I remember Monique telling me that for a long time, she would actually take a week off in spring for spring-cleaning. Back then, I was baffled by the idea. There were so many other things I would rather do during a week of holidays! (And, reminder for my American readers: in Switzerland we get a minimum of 4 weeks a year, usually 5. I now have 6.)

As I was having an inner debate over what to do for my autumn holidays, I decided to spare myself the stress of travel plans and time away from home, and to use these two weeks to give myself time to care for my space – assist it in serving me well. So, starting October 7th, I have two weeks of “autumn cleaning” – and more.

Given my tendency to want to cram too much into every little nook and cranny of available time, and seeing that my mind was creating a very long list of all the things I would finally be able to do during these two weeks of holidays, I sat down a couple of weeks back to make a “housecare” (better than “housework”, isn’t it?) programme for myself. The result is that I have a day for each room, taking into account I have a bunch of appointments here and there and also need time to rest and do a few other things.

Now that I have clearly seen that it’ll be only a day per room (pro tip: calendars and plannings transform time into space, really useful when you have time blindness to any degree), I’m thinking about what I’ll prioritise in each room.

Deep cleaning, definitely.

Uncluttering, definitely.

The rest varies from room to room. For example, on my balcony I have an old set of shelves that are falling apart. They will go and be replaced by something else. My kitchen shelves are an awful formica brown, I have light-coloured sticky paper to cover them (bought it years ago), that’s going to happen. And maybe put some pretty vinyl on the floor. Etc.

The uncluttering and tidying part had had me thinking a lot about where I put things. One thing I’ve really understood (and that is ADHD-related) is that for me, out of sight really is out of mind. If something is in a cupboard or a drawer that I don’t open regularly, I forget it exists. I have closed spaces in my flat that I haven’t looked in for a year or more. What’s in there? I have no clue, and definitely don’t use what’s in there. So, I tend to leave things “out there” so I don’t forget about them. The result: a lot of clutter.

Over the years, I’ve come up with workarounds. Plastic transparent boxes in my bathroom to store things. Tinned food in my kitchen lives on shelves and not in the cupboard. Labels on my clothes drawers and shelves inside the cupboard. Easy access spaces for certain types of objects I use everyday. I also rely a lot of habits to keep things under control. I need to use labels more. I’m still looking for a nice set of food-shaped fridge magnets that I can use to make visible which perishables are at risk of perishing in the bottom drawers of my fridge.

(If you’re starting to be concerned the title of this blog post was false advertising, don’t worry. We’re getting there.)

Over twenty years ago (heavens!) I wrote: Keeping The Flat Clean: Living Space As User Interface. See, even back then I was onto something. How do I store things and organise my space in a way that it is usable?

Does anybody remember The Mirror Project?

I’ve been staring at these two baskets in the middle of my living room for weeks now. They are filled with clutter. I never access them. They are in the middle of my living room. They could be put to good use. What could I store in them?

I friend of mine who moves around quite a bit told me one day she had plastic boxes for various needs or activities. She just grabs the box and throws it into the car. Box for the dog. Box for the week-end. It inspired me. I put together a Box For Respiratory Infections. (I had a lot of practice using and appreciating it this winter, as I went through six viral infections in a row.) What other boxes do I need? A hiking box? A sailing box?

The idea of duplicating key objects had started to make its way into my mind. I bought a second computer charger that lives inside my bag – I never again have to ask myself if I need to take my charger when going to work (or to the chalet, for that matter, or anywhere). I have a second set of “cat gear” that stays at the chalet. Having ready-to-go boxes might involve some duplication.

This is the kind of stuff that has been on my mind lately. And this morning, an idea took form clearly: there is the stuff I use and the stuff I don’t use. (Or don’t use very often, or don’t use nowadays.) And if I look at how things are stored in my flat, the underlying design is not “do I use it or not or how often”, but “what category of thing is this”. All my towels are in the same overflowing cupboard in my bathroom. But I don’t use them all. I rotate through a quarter of them. Only those need to be easily accessible. The space ones can go somewhere else (with a label, hopefully). Or simply go (but that’s another matter).

So, how about I really go all in with this “Living Space As User Interface” thing, and instead of making an inventory of stuff I have, start with what I use and do, and give real, useful, sensible homes to those things, instead of having them hang out in ad hoc spaces?

I have a big collection of plant pots on the top of my bookcase, easily accessible. I don’t pot plants every month. They are there because I didn’t have a place for them and there was space on top of the bookcase.

A lot of things are like that now: organic solutions that were not really thought out, and that became the default.

Boxes. Labels. Activity and frequency-based stuff management.

I’m now thinking about how to tackle this. Where do I start? How do I not get lost in the planning?

Here are some ideas:

  • in each room, list the activities I do there, and start from that
  • make an inventory of “storage spaces” and start from those: what would this or that space be good for storing?
  • go through my calendar and list things I do over a week or month, and start from that
  • list visible things in each room that I “never” touch

This is suddenly feeling a bit overwhelming. How would you tackle this?

My space is there to serve me [en]

A few weeks ago I was listening to this episode of Life Kit on keeping your house clean. Of course I was. Each passing day puts my failings in that department right under my nose.

A few things clicked for me while listening to the show. Beyond the 5-step method for dealing with an overrun living space (go by category: trash, laundry, dishes, things that have a place, things that don’t have a place), what resonated the most was the attitude towards housekeeping:

  • you do not exist to serve your space, your space exists to serve you
  • rather than viewing tidying as reactive, after-the-fact, view it as a proactive kindness to your future self.

Nowadays, my space is rarely overrun. It’s just permanently cluttered. There are hotspots where stuff accumulates. Drawers I never open (I wonder what lives in there). But it’s “functional enough“.

However, every time I travel, every time I visit a nice cosy café or office, I am put in touch with how much I yearn to be able to exist on a daily basis in a living space that does not breathe chaos. I don’t mean immaculate with not a book out of place – space must live and be lived in – but at least tidy. And with pretty stuff on display rather than in boxes or in my head, waiting for a future that never comes.

I like the idea that my space is there for me. It removes some of the weight. It makes it feel a bit more like my body. I don’t feel that taking care of my body is a chore. It’s something I do willingly because I’m aware of how my body serves me and I want it to be able to serve me well, so that I can go skiing, do judo, write blog posts, and simply, exist in it comfortably.

So with my space, then: it is there to participate in my sensory experience of the world. It is there to hold me, provide shelter and warmth and comfort to my existence, allow for the activities I want to do in it. This changes the mindset around cleaning and tidying. It becomes less about what I’m supposed to do, and more about how I want my space to be for me to exist inside of it.

Reframing tidying or cleaning as a proactive kindness heads in the same direction. I already had this idea of treating myself as I would a good friend. But something was still missing. It still felt like a kind of moral obligation. “I need to treat myself as well as I would treat a friend.” Yes, I would do my friend this service, do the dishes. I will take this weight off my friend’s shoulders. The missing link, as I understand it today, is that “doing the dishes” is not just some chore that exists in the void, or a consequence of living and eating. It is something I can do to help my space better serve me.

If I focus on how I want my space to serve me, doing the dishes takes on a different tone. For example, one way in which my space can serve (or “disserve”) me is through the experience it provides me when I get up in the morning, not very awake but very hungry, and want to get ready to go to work. Do I enter the kitchen to be bombarded with reminders of things yet-to-do (yesterday’s dishes, a messy table?) or on the contrary, do I enter a kitchen that feels like a new day, and maybe even has the bowl and knife and cutting board already out on the counter for preparing my breakfast?

The shift here is moving from “doing the dishes tonight so I don’t have to do them tomorrow morning” to “doing the dishes tonight so that my kitchen is ready to serve me well tomorrow morning”.

I’m at the chalet right now, and over the weekend I’ve experimented a bit with this. Yesterday for example, before sitting down to do a quick puzzle (I’ve fallen in love with Ravensburger’s “Puzzle Moment” series), I did the dishes and tidied the kitchen, not to “get it out of the way”, but because I understood that my relaxing moment with my puzzle would be more pleasant and relaxing with a kitchen ready for preparing lunch, rather than containing the remains of breakfast, and I wanted to offer myself that.

I feel like I am getting there. It’s less about what I’m supposed to do and more about how I want to shape the context of my fragile moments of existence.

Socks, Drawers, Tidying and Packaging [en]

[fr] Comment une histoire de rangement d'habits m'amène à accepter que j'apprécie le soin porté à l'apparence.

Right at the beginning of 2016, I stumbled upon this article, which in turn led me to this one, which in turn led me to read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo.

It’s a short book. But, like Sarah Knight, it didn’t take me long to reorganise my sock drawer. I kid you not. Those who know me will be aware I am a proponent of minimum viable tidying. My place isn’t a dump (some hotspots are), but it’s not the tidiest place around and I definitely have way too much stuff.

Tidy Socks

I’m a long-time fan of A Perfect Mess, and Marie Kondo clearly takes the antithetic approach, with a cult of tidiness, order, and organisation which goes way too far for me. I was surprised, as a person who has never held tidiness or neatness in high regard, to find that I was very much drawn to the ideal she describes in her book. I dream of a life with pared-down possessions, where everything has a place, where my t-shirts and underwear are artfully folded in their drawers, where everything is under control.

Control. This is the draw. We crave control in an often misguided attempt to relieve our anxiety. This is not completely stupid: having control on our environment does make us feel better. Less moving parts are easier to feel in control of, one reason maybe why I regularly fantasise about a simpler life, and why we relax better on vacation (away from everything, life is indeed simpler).

So, if I’m not ready to let go of the belief that having a little bit of mess in our lives can be a good thing, what am I taking away from The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up? Quite a few things, to be honest, and in a way, it probably has already been life-changing for me.

The first thing I’m keeping is a precious tool to help me part with things: Marie Kondo advises starting with the easiest (hence socks) and emptying everything on the floor, before taking each item in your hands and asking “does it spark joy?” — I’m not too big on the formula, but I really like the idea. Does this object make me happy? Or does it make me feel guilty, bad, indifferent? There are a few things to unpack here.

  1. I like the idea of surrounding yourself with stuff that makes you happy.
  2. I like the idea of choosing what to keep rather than choosing what to part with.
  3. I like the idea of honing one’s parting skills with easy things first.

Number 2. up here reminds me of a packing tip I read long ago, I think it was on Tara Hunt’s blog (can’t find it anymore, and can’t find it on my blog either, though I’m sure I blogged about it at some point). It went something like this:

Instead of asking “can this be useful?” ask “might I be in big trouble if I don’t pack this?”

It changed my way of packing forever. The shift from “can it be useful” to “do I really need it” was really an eye-opener for me.

And Marie Kondo’s “spark joy?” test does the same thing. Instead of choosing things to throw out, I’m choosing what I keep. She also has some interesting thoughts about how to part with objects. Consider what their purpose has been in your life, thank them for it, and send them on their way to where they can fulfil their new purpose. In a very Shinto way of viewing life, Marie Kondo animates objects in a way that makes sense to me.

In that same vein, another takeaway for me is greeting your home when you come back. I’m not sure if I’ll actually do it, but I like the idea of projecting some kind of “personhood” into one’s living space. I just realised that I’ve been doing this for 20 years when I go judo training: we greet the dojo when we enter.

Another major take-away has to do with clothes. I was sure I’d blogged about my desire to try putting together a seasonal capsule wardrobe, but again, I don’t seem to have done it. (Senility? I keep thinking I’ve blogged things but I haven’t. I blame Facebook. For thinking I’ve blogged when I haven’t. For the capsule wardrobe, I blame Andrea.) So, yes, keeping clothes I like, rather than based on criteria like “does it fit”, that makes sense. And then, drawers. Yes, think about it: shelves suck. You can’t access what’s at the back. Piles fall down with time. And my IKEA PAX cupboards actually have drawers that I can buy and stick in them. Done. Ordered. My clothes will live vertically from now on.

I’ve already put this in practice at the chalet, where I’m staying now. I brought some dividers to tidy up my drawers, and have been experimenting with folding my clothes so they can be stacked vertically side-by-side in the drawer. What a revelation! This is similar to when I learned how to take off my socks properly.

I had honestly never given any thought to how I remove my socks. I don’t wear them half the year, anyway. But I did pester against balled-up socks in the laundry. The day I discovered the technique for removing socks without balling them up or turning them inside-out, all became clear to me: with no effort, from one day to the other, I changed the way I remove my socks — never to look back.

I can feel something similar going on with how I fold my clothes. I’ve never thought much about how I fold my clothes. I just fold them, and pile them up on top of one another. Like I was taught. Or hang them. Now a new world is opening up to me, one where I can pull out a drawer and immediately see all the clothes in it, without having to dig through a pile that inevitably topples over at some point.

The most surprising thing is that I’ve found myself quickly folding my clothes and putting them back in the drawer at the end of the day, instead of just letting them pile up somewhere random — on top of the chest of drawers or on the hooks behind the door. Folding is quick, and they have a place, so putting them there is a no-brainer.

Clothes folded in drawer

I think my future looks like tidy, organised drawers.

But this isn’t just about clothes. You see, I’m realising that I actually enjoy seeing a drawer full of neatly stacked underwear or t-shirts when I open it, rather than a big mess.

I have to admit it: I care about appearance.

This is a big thing.

You see, officially, I don’t care about what I call “packaging”. What’s important is what’s inside, right? Who cares if you make things look all pretty, as long as what you’re selling is good? Their true value should suffice.

I’m not interested in — or good at — making things “look good”. I don’t really do it for myself, either: forget make-up, and clothing is practical. I do my nails, dye my lashes and eyebrows, wear jewellery and have a good hairdresser, but that’s it. In my professional life, my disdain of packaging has long been a pain-point: I’m sure it costs me, compared to others who are great at packaging (and might not even have as much substance underneath the shiny wrapping).

I have a kind of snobbishness about it, though I’ve never really managed to pinpoint its origin: don’t let yourself be blinded by the packaging, see the value of what’s inside, blah blah blah.

But it’s hypocritical, because I’m expecting other people to not pay attention to something that I, as a person/consumer, pay attention to.

I appreciate it when people dress well and have good haircuts. I appreciate products and services that are nicely packaged. I love the box my iDevices come in. One of the reasons I use OSX is that it looks good, and I’m staring at it all day, right? When I buy home-made syrup my friend here in Gryon makes, I love the little labels she puts on the bottles. I like wrapping on presents. I like the card the vet sends me for Christmas. I like the pretty price-list my nail stylist has on her door.

However, when it’s my turn to do it, it doesn’t feel worth the trouble. For others, obviously, and for myself — and I’m not talking about self-grooming here. I love my flat, for example, but have never put up anything on the walls, though it’s been on my to-do list for 15 years and I would enjoy having pretty things around. Because it doesn’t feel that important. Because I don’t think I care. I don’t think I should care.

But I do.

And this is what this whole clothes-folding-stacking business is opening my eyes to: despite my official stance on the matter, I do enjoy pretty things. I do value packaging. I feel I am allowing myself to connect to something I have most of the time forbidden myself from acknowledging: there is pleasure to be found in being surrounded by things that look nice — and there is also, therefore, pleasure to be found in making things look attractive.

For me, and for others.

Slowing Down: About Cleaning, Laundry, Accounting, and Backlogs [en]

[fr] Il vaut mieux avoir un style de vie ou processus qui nous permet de faire les choses à mesure (compta, rangement, nettoyages, vaisselle...) que de courir et devoir s'arrêter pour s'occuper des désastres accumulés qui ont commencé à nous pourrir la vie.

I’ve just spent about 2 hours tidying up the flat and cleaning it. And yesterday, as I was about to head out to my concert, I couldn’t find my flashlight (which we need for one of the songs). It wasn’t where it was supposed to be, I couldn’t find it in the half-unpacked bag from our last concert two weeks ago, and basically lost 20 minutes turning the already messy flat upside down. (I found it finally. Hidden inside one of my concert t-shirts I’d taken out of the bag.)

This experience has allowed me to realise, after all these months of living a reasonably tidy and organized life (not too much, but enough to be functional), that it’s much easier to find something when the place is not in a mess *and* it’s nicer to clean/tidy as you go along rather than have to stop to do it (although I actually do like cleaning).

A year an a half ago I set off on a process which helped me crawl out of 10 years (maybe even a lifetime) of feeling overwhelmed by the mess in my living space (thanks, FlyLady). There’ve been ups and downs, but overall I have been living in a tidy flat for many months, doing my accounting, putting my laundry away instead of living in the laundry basket, and giving my flat a quick cleaning session once a week. I’ve been slacking these last few months though, probably because of calendar overload.

What’s the general teaching here? In the spirit of the “not running” and “doing things now” principles I detailed in my “Journey out of Procrastination” series, I’d say the following:

It’s better to go slower and have a process/lifestyle which allows you to deal with things as they come, rather than running around and having to stop to deal with the accumulated backlog once it starts impeding on your ability to live happily.

In practice, for me, that means I need to pay attention to build enough time into my days/weeks for:

  • unpacking bags
  • putting things away after I’ve used them
  • washing the dishes after the meal/snack
  • doing my accounting at least once a week
  • cleaning the flat roughly once a week
  • putting my laundry away the day after laundry day
  • taking things to the office

In summary: planning ahead enough so that I’m not in a rush. Added bonus: life is more enjoyable like that.