Spotless would be great, but decluttered is good enough
Hi, my name’s Jenny and I’m a compulsive tidier-upper. My bathrooms might have an easily distinguishable level of grime about them, but rare is the afternoon you’d walk into our home and see toys on the floor…
Blooming in rented soil
Hi, I’m Jenny and I’m a closet real estate junkie. I devour episodes of House Hunters and read shelter magazines like 4 walls and a front door are going out of style. And I regularly nickel and…
Resting vs. nesting: what kind of third trimest-er are you?
This pregnancy has been hands down the toughest physically, but only as of about a month ago. If you’d have asked me in the springtime how I was handling quattro bing’s gestation I would have assured you…
How to hack the KonMari Method with a houseful of kids
I’ve written once or twice here about my deep affection for the the slim, ecclectically-titled Japanese best seller, Marie Kondo’s “Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up,” and I’ve continued to get great questions about it since I first…
Dinos, decluttering, contraception, and the life-changing magic of tidying up
Last night I officially hung up my speaking hat for the foreseeable future, knocking off my last “public appearance” before baby. Handily, in the humidity of the basement our torrential summer rainfall exiled the crowd to, I looked…