I read housekeeping books when I'm stressed. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I like self-appointed homemaking experts to boss me around and then I just like to ignore everything they say because I know better than them. Perhaps they just make me feel more strong and capable about my own homemaking. Perhaps it is some deep-rooted mother/daughter relationship thing. Who knows. I got this housekeeping book because I loved that velvet purple couch on the white background for the cover. That is exactly what my house should look like. Purple and clean. Perhaps the all the secrets to that purple-couch-lifestyle are in this book, I thought. Alas, no.
This book is written for a certain sort of person: an older moderately Christian woman with more money than time, more money than mental energy, and more money than they reasonably know what to do with really. Half this certain person's problems can probably be solved by having less money, or just learning to not spend so much, but until then, it's just judiciously using Rubbermaid bins I suppose. Basically this book is for my mom I guess. The book doesn't translate well to people in other life situations. I'm a young, frugalist, nomadic type of homemaker, and my housekeeping problems come from a much different place, I quickly learned while reading this book.
Some of the tips in this book I'd consider to be slightly dysfunctional. She recommends a couple of times dumping your unwanted stuff on your older moved-out children. As the recipient of such objects: please don't. Through personal experience I've figured out this is sort of a halfway-house approach to clutter for people who have emotional attachment issues with objects. You're just passing on a chore. Mark it for garage sale/donation and then let your older child go through it maybe.
Now, for the Jesusy parts. They just add nothing to the book. Cards on the table, I'm atheist, but I was raised Christian and I do appreciate Christian philosophy. The author attempts to deflect future negativity with a little whining about how people commented negatively on the Jesusy parts in her last book, so my guard was a little up already. Nobody likes a whiner. But the thing about the religious elements in this book are that they are not at all integrated into the narrative. They are as strange and incongruous as a layer of rainbow sprinkles on an otherwise perfectly serviceable pot roast. I did not feel her approach to household management was in any way coming from a place of faith, and she was just adding on faith-sprinkles for some unknown reasons of her own. If you want to read books that show how the author uses their faith as an inspiration for minimalist living or other styles of homekeeping, there are much better ones, like the rather emotionally challenging Living More With Less, the extremely religious but worthwhile The Hidden Art of Homemaking, or if you want something more modern, in The Nesting Place: It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful I think the author makes a good presentation of how her faith impacts her approach to making a home.
I did like the tip to only let your drawers max out at 3/4ths full. I have been weeding out my clothes in the past few weeks and that's been a good rule of thumb.