Merging from a Caterpillar

Sometimes I dream of a clutter-free, vibrant-colored house. Clear of junk. But homey. Paint brushes standing in adorable little cans. A tiny laptop I can carry without twisting my spine out of place. Dainty decorated boxes full of luscious pictures/papers waiting to be cut and glued any way I wish onto thick journals. Pens from PenPlace neatly lined on my bookshelf. Flowers and vegetables blooming in the backyard without a single weed in sight. Comfy couches on the front porch sitting beside a flaming chiminea.

Doesn't it sound cozy?

I want it.
 
But, I'm the last person to attempt it. I'm the girl who withOUT kids had a messy house. Granted, I've come a long way--thank you Flylady. There are clear paths in all the rooms of the my house (except maybe the girl's bathroom) but at least I've improved.
 
Unfortunately I've hit a wall. My clean only goes so far and then it's done. I can't seem to get past the managing line to the zowie! line.

I've decided (upon the advice of a wonderful friend) to combine something I love (writing) with something I hate (cleaning). And I'm going to blog about my progress. Be it small or large. I'll work to release the artist within. I'll let her be free in my stories, my body, and my home.

So if you have any tips on how to get cobwebs permanently off ceiling fans, weeds out of a rock garden or any other juicy tidbits...please share!