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vanillafluffyIt's all getting to me. Last week it was laundry, laundry, laundry, this week it was moving furniture...and shifting it some more, and shoving that elsewhere, and so on. And it seems like it looks worse than when I began! My dining area in particular looks like a bomb hit. The entry to the kitchen in blocked by a chair stacked with boxes. The table---which I swear was bare except for a flower arrangement a couple weeks ago---has been buried with clothes and mail, and the rest of it---IDEK.
The living room...next week's focus is going to be substituting a smaller coffee table than the current one. (I think I'm going to repurpose the old one here in the office.) I've got to make enough room for the ottoman that goes with the new sofa---right now, I have it standing on one end---there's no other way to get it in there. At some point, I MUST recover them---they're too fugly for words---honestly, patchwork with a fishing motif?! Oh HELL no.
Today I had a hard time getting myself in gear. The one incoming piece of furniture that hadn't been placed was a shelf unit that folds flat (like a stepladder). My original plan was to bring it into my bedroom, but I found a better place for it AND took care of a long-standing problem in the process.
There's a bend in my hallway with a little nook. As I was dragging the rack toward my room, I stood it up against the wall for a moment, and a lightbulb went off. It fits perfectly in the space, and forced me to deal with the pile of boxes that have been stuffed in there for ages.
I found tons of relics while looking through them, including a few that I've worried about: My dad's service pins from Gulf Oil (10, 15, 20, 25 and 30 years. Those were the days!). I knew they were in an inch-square pillbox, and was 99% certain it was in one of those boxes, but the other 1% occasionally tormented me.
Most of my discoveries are sentimental items like that...Dad's cufflinks, Mom's brooches, a poodle pin that was a 5th birthday gift...what do you do with family "heirlooms" when you're the last of the family?
Some of it is just plain crap, of course, and I'm boxing it up to thrift-away. The rack, like the cabinet in the dining area, isn't filled/being utilized fully yet. However, the bottom shelf has been designated for the 'zines I'm keeping---a few of the pricier craft 'zines like Belle Armoire and the late, great Mary Engelbreit's Home Companion. As with so much around here, it's a work in progress.
But Sunday, I swear, is going to be a day of rest. After church, which includes the annual meeting and election of officers, Mb and I are going shopping. (I just hope that no one hijacks the meeting this year, please, Mother/Father God....)
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The living room...next week's focus is going to be substituting a smaller coffee table than the current one. (I think I'm going to repurpose the old one here in the office.) I've got to make enough room for the ottoman that goes with the new sofa---right now, I have it standing on one end---there's no other way to get it in there. At some point, I MUST recover them---they're too fugly for words---honestly, patchwork with a fishing motif?! Oh HELL no.
Today I had a hard time getting myself in gear. The one incoming piece of furniture that hadn't been placed was a shelf unit that folds flat (like a stepladder). My original plan was to bring it into my bedroom, but I found a better place for it AND took care of a long-standing problem in the process.
There's a bend in my hallway with a little nook. As I was dragging the rack toward my room, I stood it up against the wall for a moment, and a lightbulb went off. It fits perfectly in the space, and forced me to deal with the pile of boxes that have been stuffed in there for ages.
I found tons of relics while looking through them, including a few that I've worried about: My dad's service pins from Gulf Oil (10, 15, 20, 25 and 30 years. Those were the days!). I knew they were in an inch-square pillbox, and was 99% certain it was in one of those boxes, but the other 1% occasionally tormented me.
Most of my discoveries are sentimental items like that...Dad's cufflinks, Mom's brooches, a poodle pin that was a 5th birthday gift...what do you do with family "heirlooms" when you're the last of the family?
Some of it is just plain crap, of course, and I'm boxing it up to thrift-away. The rack, like the cabinet in the dining area, isn't filled/being utilized fully yet. However, the bottom shelf has been designated for the 'zines I'm keeping---a few of the pricier craft 'zines like Belle Armoire and the late, great Mary Engelbreit's Home Companion. As with so much around here, it's a work in progress.
But Sunday, I swear, is going to be a day of rest. After church, which includes the annual meeting and election of officers, Mb and I are going shopping. (I just hope that no one hijacks the meeting this year, please, Mother/Father God....)
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