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my mum some readers. Sometimes, ladies and gentlemen, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fakery, especially in the online world. How many of us can say, hand on heart, that we are completely honest about our online persona? I present myself as an environmentally conscious person, nature lover, mother and artist. My blog is called Reflections of an Untidy Mind, but some of my devoted readers, have been kind enough to comment that my mind does not appear as untidy as I make out. Maybe I’m just using the old reverse psychology trick to make myself look good? (That’s a rhetorical question, folks.)
I don’t aim to be, or to show, the perfect, but some version of myself, that while not perfect, is at least socially acceptable. It is all a matter of perspective, of how you frame reality. Sometimes, many times, it is just too painful to go to the dark side, so perhaps you choose to present mostly the bright side? (Another rhetorical question.)
See this beautiful dog on the beautiful cover.
Please cease reading here, if you are not ready for the big reveal.
In an earlier post, I have shown you my tiny house from the outside. Tiny equals good for the environment. And, I’ve ranted about the need to reduce the use of plastic. Also good for the environment. The truth of the matter is that I’m an environmentally conscious, nature lover who is overwhelmed by plastic and lives in a teeny, exceedingly untidy house. You might say I’m a sloven or loser (especially after seeing the photos below), and I suppose from some people’s perspective, I am.
Last chance to stop reading.
The kitchen/dining area.
Here is my study/lounge room.
I wish I could tell you that it is only surface untidiness, but it goes beyond that. So much plastic on display! And cherry boxes! Every surface covered with stuff. In my ideal world, I would have a clean house house; tidy mind; beautiful garden; perfect children; quiet, well-behaved dogs; no old canaries that need ladders; and time for blogging, walking, mosaics and managing my chronic medical condition. Five out of ten ain’t bad, I suppose. That’s a pass. Just. I could do better.
In my defense, most of that plastic will be re-used. Not sure why I kept those cherry boxes though. I’m sure I had a plan at the time. I might just go and throw them out now, and clean up in the kitchen a bit so we can cook. It’s time.