A Pile Hater, Yet A Pile Creator!

I always aspire to have the perfect home, with everything perfectly put away in it's rightfully perfect place.

Not a speck of dust to be seen, or a single piece of Harrison dog hair taunting me from the edge of the skirting board. Not one wet item of washing, moulding itself around a very unattractive indoor airer: or a long row of toilet roll middles lining the bathroom window sill. I always dream of plump cushions in perfect order, lining my sofa like a tidy rainbow sea of colour!

I dream of a weedless lawn and flower pots that could win awards ten times over! An empty dishwasher and a de-cluttered wardrobe; newly painted walls and freshly washed linen on every bed - the list is endless!

These hopes, dreams and expectations are merely fragments of a broken thought process that I can never muster the strength to put into actual practise. Can anyone?

Well, probably - even I can make my house look tip top if given enough notice! But, whatever you do, don't open a cupboard!!


Yes, I am a re-offending procrastinating so and so, living in the moment until the moment passes me by. I am a collector of pretty things, yet I am not a hoarder.
I am a creator of piles: Piles to donate to charity, piles to store in the loft. Piles that won't fit into a cupboard ( because that cupboard also awaits its fate: to be sorted out into relevant piles). I am a pile mover, a pile hider. An out of sight, out of minder. I have an ironing pile as tall as a house; forgotten unloved clothes live there, they have all but given up hope of seeing daylight once more.


I guess you could say: I live in organised chaos. I live in a life made up of plans, and lists of unwritten plans that reside in the dark depths of my mind; they stay packed away safely, until 2am when my mind is quiet and vulnerable. Plenty to do and not quite enough time. Not enough time, or not enough organisation and will?


Maybe I'm just lazy? Maybe I just prefer to do something else? Tackle anything else, anything else except the piles!

I think I've pretty much accepted the fact that I will never have a "perfect home", it's an unrealistic expectation, at least for me. It is what it is, and I am what I am, for now anyway.....there is no changing that. As for the piles? Well.....!


Now lets all go procrastinate more to Emma Bunton ;)