Today is another spring cleaning day for me. This time, I decided to ransack, spring clean and clear up my store room which is tucked in a little corner next to my dining area. This is actually the area under the staircase. So the shape is rather odd.
What we had done when we renovated the house many years back was to partition the area under the staircase so that we get a covered store and the front of it which faces the living room or lounge was given an appealing look by putting glass shelves. And the back of the shelves are adorned with mirrors, so the showcase look very pretty and attractive.
Oh my!! There were so many junks in the store room that I just couldn't imagine where to begin. Everywhere I look there were junks.
And I couldn't believe that all the things that my maid had taken out were from the store room. From the outside, i.e. the dining area, you wouldn't believe that my store room could store all those junks, but it had, all these years.
Now you must be really wondering how all these junks could fit into that room under the staircase. Well it did.
When it's time for spring cleaning, there would be bound to be things that you would want to throw away without hesitation (even though you had decided to keep that during the last spring cleaning); and things that you think, ponder, muse, mull over, and contemplate numerous times before you come to a conclusion on what to be thrown away; and there would also be things where, try as you might, you just cannot bear to part with them.
Well, today, I consider myself a veteran in spring cleaning because within a space of 4 days, I had done two major spring cleaning. And today, I wasn't in the same dilemma. Today, I was quite brutal in deciding the things I wanted thrown. So, today, I had thrown away 80% of what I've been keeping in that room under the staircase. Today, I had discarded a part of history because what lay buried in that store room constituted a part of my history, a part of my family history.
The store room after being emptied of stuff, mainly junks of yesteryears
And after the spring cleaning, I was amazed with the transformation of that small room under the staircase. Now it looks "livable". It looks inviting.
The room now has a small table adorned with glass painted photo frames
(photo frames which I had painted during my hey day)
I had stopped painting for some time due to time constraint
All my glass paint bottles waiting for me to resume glass painting
Rows and rows of glass paint bottles
Till the next spring cleaning, here's the veteran spring cleaner bidding you adieu!!