It's spring almost spring, but time for some spring cleaning. We splurged this year and had a professional window cleaning service come and do our windows. They are pros...they really know what they're doing....and it still took them the e-n-t-i-r-e day and had to call in reenforcements when it started to get dark in order to finish. We not only have a lot of windows, but we have old, weird windows. (Overheard when 'the troops' were called in: I think I've seen every kind of window today I've ever worked on---and a couple of new ones.) Whatever they used was not your run-of-the-mill Windex....these windows sparkle they are so clean. I can't stop looking out of them, except when I run outside to look in. Sadly, I'm now spoiled forever.
After that overwhelming success, I almost tried finding a closet and drawer expert, but decided enough was enough as I plunged ahead myself. The Fibber McGee closet is now so cleaned out I could throw a party in it. Most (not all) of my shawls, scarves, hats, mitts, sweaters, felted purses/bags live there. eeeep!!! There are so many!!!!! It became quite apparent that I need a new hobby. Suggestions?
And finally.....the scary basement was started. The greenhouse was blasted last weekend, so the dregs that hadn't been moved out there were moved. (Not sure why I thought I needed the leaf blower and the weeding hoe to live within arms reach.) The cellar (it actually IS just a cellar---complete with the original coal shute...calling it a basement, scary or not, is elevating this space to a status it certainly doesn't deserve) should be in good shape after the church rummage sale. I have piles (and piles and piles and piles and piles) for the sale. This is the public notification that Simple Matters. (I just bought the book by that title by Erin Boyle...it hasn't come yet...but when it does---Tuesday?---, I'm off and running.) Let's see how that works for me.
So, until then....and until I find myself a new hobby (who am I kidding?) free time has been spent mitering, mitering, mitering. Notice...the 'ribs' of the mitered squares are helter-skelter. The first one I discovered leaning in the wrong direction almost resulted in a do-over, but I've embraced the mayhem and am now calling it a design element. It's my blanket. I can do that.
Who am I kidding?
We all know Fred will claim this one, too....and he doesn't care.