Most people do it in the spring. After a long hard winter I want to be outside in the spring. No time for nesting then.
I like to do it in the fall. I can clean out and rearrange and feel renewed right before the holiday gewgaws come along.
Don’t mistake any of this for true house cleaning where you rip everything apart to clean every last speck of dust. I am allergic to all that. (Really, dust makes me sneeze!) I’m talking about tossing out knickknacks that are 30 years old (but have some sort of sentimental value that I can’t remember). Or discovering a bunch of hairballs tucked away where only visitors can see them.
When a house gets truly dirty, I move. That’s my idea of house cleaning.
Barring a grand decision like that, I de-clutter and re-clutter and feel good about it all. Then I go out to celebrate. Big time.
Yesterday I tossed seed catalogs….from 2013. I tossed them all even the new ones. The pile was almost two foot high. I don’t garden like I used to. Besides next year will bring new ones to fondle through the cold snowy winter.
I found a stash of catnip mousies that lost all their catnip fizz. Deader than opened champagne. Out! (Not one single cat challenged that decision!)
There were a couple of cartons of cards. Why do charities send me cards? Don’t they know I won’t use them but hate to throw them out? I put them in a box and throw out the box when it’s full. And no, if I didn’t order them I’m not buying them either.
Perhaps I should check my spices. The ones I use regularly are fresh but there is that odd ball spice I only use for one dish. I wonder if it’s dated with a year starting with “19.” Surely I must have cleaned them out in the past 15 years.
Speaking of which, how fast did that go. Wasn’t it just Y2K?