About a month ago, Wyatt and I were visiting Parker at her mother's home.
Parker's mother's home is beautiful and pristine.
As Parker hands me a coffee in the kitchen, she points to two stylish decor accents and says: "OMG! I hate knickknacks!"
My reply: "Then don't come to our house. Our heritage home looks like a doll house and seems to be where all varieties of knickknacks and crafts go to die."
I came home that day and looked at our house.
Unorganised, full of knickknacks and collections and crafts and pets and everything under the sun.
In my head, I made a commitment to Parker to declutter my house.
Not an undertaking for the faint of heart.
For example, I have two sewing machines in my living room and two large (built by me) Victorian dollhouses and if you were to look under my dining room table (PLEASE never look under there) I have a Yudu screen printing machine, big boxes of old photos, craft paint, and bags and bags and bags of fabric....and a couple of cats, I am sure.
So here I am, a month in to this disaster and I haven't touched the living room or dining room crap.
BUT my family room has been torn apart and is ready for a new ceiling and some accent walls and ready for a Pottery Barn overhaul.
After this is all completed, Wyatt promises that he is going to clean out the garage....the garage is the biggest area of hoarder shame.
I think it would be easier to strike a match and throw it at the 10 red gasoline cans.
A pair of Sixteen Candle-watching 40-somethings who are still waiting for Jake Ryan to give them back their panties. Add us on twitter @johnhugheslied and Parker Young on Facebook.
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