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My husband cleaned the living room and home school area.

My. Husband. Cleaned.

Just let that sink in. Sometimes it just takes a while to accept certain things as reality, don’t try to force yourself to take it all in at once– it’s better for the brain to just let it sit in the back of your mind for a little while until it seems less surreal.

Bigger yet, my husband (who is a fantastically talented modeller and scratchbuilder) put away over a dozen finished models. Woo!

Don’t get me wrong, this is his artwork and I don’t even ask him to move or not display his art– it’s just that it gets to this point where it starts looking all cluttery and bric-a-brac so I silently hoped that he’d figure out a way to thin things out to a reasonable level.

Last week, I cleaned the diningroom. Usually I declutter the flylady way (actually, to give credit where it’s due, if I hadn’t been following the routines for decluttering I wouldn’t have been able to do what I did) but this time (with inspiration from Vicki of Organizedstudio the moral support of Opal who was on the phone with me, encouraging me the whole time) I pulled everything out of the dining room, swept and mopped the floor.

The magic really was that I put the table in the direction where it works best, not how it was, and only moved back the things I actually wanted in the dining room. I realized when Vicki sent me an email questionnaire about my organization problems that I really just work around everyone else.

Each kid has a semi-private workspace, Matt has a dedicated desk and work areas. I just sort of work here and then move when someone else needs the space, and my supplies are here and there, stashed in closets where I can’t get to them without digging out the contents of the whole darned closet and up on shelves.

So whether it’s the new dining room feng shui acting on Matt or he’s just inspired by the new bit of fresh tidiness– I don’t really care. It’s just awesome that he actually cleaned, de-cluttered and put things away.

Yay Matt, even though this is probably the 7th seal of the Apocalypse: “And lo, the men picked their crap up and wives beheld the sight in wonder. So cometh the vengeance of righteous tidiness and the dust bunnies of evil will be purged from under the couch and from in the dark recesses of the entertainment centers.”

I’m paraphrasing of course, but I’m going to enjoy it until at least until rapture.

I finished the Icarus shawl today.

Here is a close up of it. I’ll bask in the glory of completion for a little while, before a good bout of Post Project Depression settles in. This is my first big lace project from a chart, it’s the first shawl I’ve ever knit from my own yarn, it’s the largest shawl I’ve ever knit, and it’s the only top down expanding from the middle triangle shawl I’ve ever knit. I deserve to bask in at least a little glory.I am so wearing this next time I go to the grocery store. I’m wearing it to the library. It’s big and it’s soft and it’s mine and I made it.

(This picture is the shawl length wise on my bed.)

Matt was kind enough to watch me cast off the last stitch and weave in the ends. He even gave me a patronizing kind of quiet golf clap. I honestly don’t think I’m getting enough attention from him to actually bask properly.

Maybe it’s the Post Project Depression setting in already.