Friday, 9 October 2015

Why Is It So Difficult To De-clutter Our Wardrobes?

The Achilles heel of many women.

Surely a pair of jeans which honestly I can just about get both legs in, can't be so important that I keep them in my cupboard from one year to the next? Might I pepper this with a stage whisper:

" Don't tell anyone, but I haven't fitted into them since Friends was popular. "

Perhaps I am more like a squirrel than I care to admit. Hoarding, hoarding and more hoarding. But here is the silly part, I am holding on to clothes that under no circumstance I would ever fit into again. And on the off chance that I might, they will be so out of fashion that only the brave would venture out in them.

It took us over a month to get up the nerve to address the chronic state of our wardrobe. Chronic would be when you have to stuff t-shirts or jeans in with great force in order to be able to close the wardrobe door. Never mind, that whatever is languishing at the bottom of each shelf, hardly ever sees the light of day anyway or the outline of our bodies. Shocking, how both Bob and I are so loathe to go into wardrobe battle.

Like a good couple, we attempted this chore together. Anything we thought we might never wear again went into a pile which we later drove to the donation bin ( Each village has one ). In my mind, I had been extremely forceful and pictured airy and barely used shelves. Thoughts are easier than deeds.

We managed a fair amount, but still the shelves are full and Bob dejectedly mumbled about the full laundry hamper & that he was amazed at how many pairs of jeans he actually has...I must say I was rather proud of Bob, because he finally got rid ( ripped up ) his favourite camo pants. Yes, he ripped them beyond repair. Yet, now that I think of it, I haven't seen the debris of them anywhere...has my Schatzi perhaps hidden them somewhere and is merely waiting to take them to a seamstress or to his mom?

Each bit of clothing has a story behind it and perhaps that is the main reason we are so loathe to be parting with them. But isn't it just dreadful seeing a cluttered wardrobe? Almost depressing. No, in fact very depressing and very stupid as I usually wear the same items of clothing most of the time. A handful ( jeans, t-shirts and jerseys ) is enough.


Thursday, 8 October 2015

We Can Fly To The Moon, But Hospitals Are Still Rather Dreary Places.

Is it a wonder that nobody likes to go to one?

I have had the occasion of being a chauffeuse or rather the ' bringer ' of a villager to hospital visits. Not overnight stays but to have the various check ups that the Gods of Medicine practice from the hospital wards. I do say Gods, because the senior titles of these doctors inspire obedience and admiration by the patients.

" The Primar told me to do this or that...I will do what he says."
Driving him to the hospital is always fun because he has a lot of knowledge, local knowledge! Say no more...

By now I am rather clued up about some of the corridors at the local hospital. Look, it is a hospital like any other and is medically very good. The nurses fast walk throughout the corridors and the out-patients linger on hard chairs debating whether to touch a magazine or not, one that might be as old as the hills and been touched by many others.

A few times I've sat waiting several hours. Usually I take a book, but one can't help but notice things. Sitting there for a long time is rather depressing. The decor is stark and the floors are mostly that ugly linoleum; favoured everywhere - sticky in some parts and loud as can be when the nurses stride about with their unmistakable purpose.

As my perch was at the geriatrics unit, at times the voice of the receptionist was heard by all and sundry, explaining to a sorry soul that he / she had to give a urine sample.

Every few minutes, a hospital bed was wheeled passed by a carer. A bed mostly occupied. Occupied by either somebody writhing in pain, or almost exposing too much of their body because they were clad in hospital gowns. Personally, I tended to look away, as I would hate to be paraded about the waiting areas like some distraction. Not very dignified.

Most of the nurses and doctors treated patients with all the dignity and respect needed but a few had that peculiar language applied to the where they become almost invisible and are treated like toddlers. Never mind that being older one should be afforded oodles of respect. Age is earned and most envied, as not getting old means only one thing!

Anyway, back to the interior of the hospital. Clearly the interior designer didn't spend a lot of time in it. There should be a law that before they design it, they need to spend a few days hanging about in a dreary hospital.

We all know, how expensive a sojourn to the bastion of medicine can be. Unless you have medical aid, your house and savings might be used to pay for the trip ( gosh, it is cheaper to spend an all inclusive month on the Q.E 2 than in a hospital ) So, there can't be a lack of money in hospitals and more importantly no reason to make the interior so dreary, boring, undignified and at times, plain ugly.

Nursing and being a doctor are fabulous careers to do. Saving lives on a daily basis must be the best feeling in the world. But, even the staff are surrounded by the dreariness of hospitals. They are in it most of their lives and deserve it to be more cheerful.

Making the interior design of any hospital more cheerful and not just starkly functional, could even aid in the healing process of patients. Not to mention the happy disposition of the staff...

Effects of Interior Design on Wellness.