I tried to tidy my room like Marie Kondo

*Prepare yourselves for an exhilarating post on my newfound love of tidying. At the very least humour me and peep at the before and after pics then pretend to be thrilled.*

Like many others, I have fallen in love with the little cleaning fairy, Maire Kondo and her highly satisfying folding techniques. Her show on Netflix is the purest thing, and sees people's homes transform, as well as (apparently) their life problems solved. 

Marie's perfect instagram

Having seen the joy experienced by others I thought I might give it a go and hopefully it would also magically solve my life. Therefore, I couldn't wait to have a tidier room but also, presumably, a couple of grand, a boyfriend and good mental health. JK, but for real after one episode of the show, I became weirdly invested in the idea of reorganising and folding, despite often forgetting my clothes aren't cool carpets.

I started slow by trying out the highly satisfying 'spark-joy', toss/keep and then fold in a fancy way method of storing clothes. I hate tidying but this was actually strangely therapeutic, it's nice to remember what you have, and thank what you don't need anymore (if you haven't seen the show thanking the clothes is a step, I'm not going full vegan, hippie, spirit warrior). Having done this, and thoroughly enjoying the weirdly satisfying way my clothes now fit exactly in my drawers, I decided I could tackle the rest of my room.

 Next I moved to my dump of a wardrobe. I went through all the clothes/scarves/hats/shoes and put the ones that needed to hang in height order, and folded any remaining things in the KonMari style in my shelves. Obviously my pink ladies jacket stayed- you just never know when you'll need to channel your inner Rizzo. Once again I realised how much I was enjoying this and how I need to get a life.

I then reordered, cleaned and dusted my work area. It's funny how having less cr*p everywhere makes your headspace more positive when it comes to sitting down and working. I think alot of the de-cluttering is less obvious i.e. I threw out some A-level revision notes and first year uni maps which I still had. This was weirdly the most stressful bit. I'm sure this is a common hoarder mentality, but I live in fear of getting rid of notes I have for coursework or exams from school and then for some strange, dystopian reason having to do those exams again. Obviously, a part of me knows Miss Sabaris won't make me retake my Year 9 vocab test, but surely it's worth keeping my list of Spanish colours just in case. How else will I know how to tell a Spanish person that I went to the library on holiday?

Lastly, I did I good get rid of (or dust and wipe) all my toiletries and makeup, then rearranged all my shelves. Oof what a fun time in Mazzaland. At the end of my cleanup I had a full bin bag of rubbish and an embarrassing amount of clothes to give away. I'll take most of these to a charity shop it, but I can't be fully angelic and will very much be selling the good stuff. No offence but I'm a poor student and an extra £20 for some old vans wouldn't suck.

My overall review is that this was 10/10 satisfying. To the point, where the next day I made my roommate do the same thing (sorry Dazza). I mean you can't tell me these pictures aren't the best transformation tuesday's you've ever seen (so actually you're welcome Dazza).

 I can't lie, I intially just wanted to post this to boast about the fact that I could be bothered to get out of bed and do something productive. But I do genuinely think it's had a positive impact. Do I think I'll maintain it? Cynical Man says probs not, but lets say yes to make Marie proud. Ultimately this was a cleansing way to start a new term, especially after a horrendous exam season. I would compare the feeling to cutting off loads of your hair when you're coming out the other side of a breakdown. Whereas before it was like cutting a fringe or bleaching your hair mid-breakdown. I'd say doing a good de-cluttering when you're hungover on a Saturday is an easy way to positively procrastinate. Also, there's the added bonus of finding that one top from New Look you bought for a disco in year 8 and wondering how it ended up at uni. Aah mems. Feel free to leave a comment saying how impressed you are even though you can't tell the difference in all of them.