Never ending project, the bedroom.
The next time you look under the bed, you'll probably scare yourself. Like me, the other day, looking for the match to a shoe, I found:
a bottle of rancid oil, coated in enough fur to make me believe it was a mouse
a book to return to the library (probably having to get a bank loan to pay the fines)
the other boot I wasn't looking for
a pillow (never noticed it gone so it's heading over to the donate pile)
a bucket of beads
phone charger to my old cell (donation)
petrified dog treat
a notebook (sat and read from cover-to-cover for amusement)
a tea bag, adhered to the floor which took the broom handle to retrieve)
I noticed the bedside table could use some cleaning. Took about ten minutes, tossing everything on top of the bed, dusting the surface and throwing a few more things in the Get Rid of Pile. The rest is returned in their best spot for easy reach.
As I'm on the floor, the rug could use a vacuum. I remove shoes from under the dresser and cloth bags from beneath the chest of drawers. Sock baskets, fuzzy cat hair swirled around the edges gets a good clean. the baseboards are grimy, I need a wet cloth and little vinegar spray.
I see some light splatters on the walls. Looking up, I catch dust on the light fixtures and cob webs near the ceiling. Going top-to-bottom, I gather all of the spider homes and dirt.
The sheets are clean, bed freshly made. Getting dressed, I realize the winter clothes make me aware the season is passed and I can gather my spring and summer clothes from the basement. That can hold off until another day. In the meantime, I wonder where my other shoe ran off to?
Comment, please, and tell me the last time you did a Spring Clean and did you declare yourself "Done!" or not...