- by Cyndy Salzmann
Before I began writing mysteries with such lofty titles as Dying to Decorate and Crime and Clutter, I penned several books on home management. As a result, many people have the impression that I must be highly organized and delightfully domestic. A Midwestern version of the unsinkable Martha Stewart.
Just so we get off on the right foot here on the NINC blog, I’ve decided to come clean. Not literally (for those hoping for a slick way to keep the dust off the ceiling fan) — in the metaphorical sense.
- I have never fashioned a radish “rose” or dressed a strawberry in a chocolate “tuxedo.”
- I am hopeless when it comes to craft projects. In fact, I have an acute fear of glue guns after an unfortunate incident involving dried flowers and raffia.
- There are plastic containers in my cupboards without lids—and lids without containers.
- Each fall I plan to plant spring bulbs in my garden but have yet to actually do it. More than one box of bulbs, intended for planting, has rotted in my garage.
- I have never had my air ducts professionally cleaned. (And PLEASE do not e-mail me about what is likely living in the ductwork. As the mother of three teenagers, I have enough to keep me awake at night.)
- I once created a toxic cloud in my home by mixing up a cleaning solution of ammonia and chlorine bleach—prompting a trip to the emergency room.
- Finally… I despise doing laundry and sometimes surreptitiously raid my husband’s underwear drawer in a desperate search for clean lingerie. (Can a pair of men’s briefs even be considered lingerie? I’ll have to look that up…)
So, there you have it. A domestic diva I’m not. But I have learned enough about organization to keep track of my files – and my shoes. Most days, at least.
I hope my little confession hasn’t scared you away and you’ll join me on the first Thursday of each month to learn some tips and techniques for bringing a little more order to your space and your life.
Trust me, it’s no mystery. : )