I had this great idea for a blog post the other night as I was on my way to bed and then the next morning…POOF! Gone. Only the lingering feeling of what a great idea it was remained. If it was such a great idea, it will probably come back to me, however I have the feeling it was probably one of those night thoughts that seems so good at that moment but pales by the light of day.
I’ve been really making progress getting our new house to feel like home. I’m still finding things in odd places – like the corncob fork I found in my tea canister this morning (that could almost be construed as a boobytrap as sharp as they are!) I’m having some friends over on Thursday night so of course I want everything to look as nice as possible (and if I skip my bedroom on the tour, they ought to be impressed!) Yesterday I got out the really tall community ladder and washed the windows in my living room (that was just for me because they wouldn’t be able to see the dirt and smears at night) and I even made a start on hanging a few pictures. I worked so hard all morning that I could have used a nap by afternoon!
Why was I in such a frenzy? Because I hadn’t realized it until yesterday, but my children have a two day holiday this week so will be underfoot until Sunday. They are old enough to entertain themselves, but not when mom is up a tall ladder! Today I’ll have to confine myself to surfaces lower to the ground. I also have a few errands to run, including buying more nails and looking for some lamps.
If I’m really efficient, I’ll even get to wash and iron some of the fabric I’m planning to use for the commission quilt. As much as I dislike ironing, it would be more fun than cleaning the disaster zone that is my bedroom!*
*I only wish I could blame the move for the fact that my bedroom is a disaster zone. The truth is that it was pretty bad when we moved and the movers simply transferred it as is. I’ve compounded things by moving all the things I don’t want to see anywhere else there, including my husband’s mountain bike, an item I defy any decorator to work around…
There really should be a designated room in each and every house (NOT one’s bedroom) in which to stash all those odd things that simply don’t fit anywhere else. Good idea? Maybe that’s what attics once were for? Nah, not handy enough when you need to actually GET an item from that room. Oh well.
by Mama Pea February 24th, 2010 at 9:33 amThat’s it! I need a basement
by Jenyfer February 24th, 2010 at 9:42 amHmm, there’s not much you can do with a mountain bike. We have our bikes hanging on the wall in the garage. I don’t suppose you have any lock up storage for outdoor type stuff?
It does sound as if you’re fairly organized though. You didn’t move that long ago.
by Shelley Munro February 24th, 2010 at 3:04 pmThere’s an outdoor bike rack (no shelter) and an underground parking garage with no place to park a bike so it seems I am stuck with it in our bedroom for now – unless I can suss out a sheltered spot outside somewhere. I am an optimist – I already bought a sturdy bike lock
by Jenyfer February 24th, 2010 at 3:09 pmThere is a designated room. It’s called the junk/storage room. Of course, your kids usually have to move out before you have one, but that’s an entirely different story.
by anny cook March 4th, 2010 at 2:18 pmUnfortunately that room is currently called my bedroom! (It’s getting better though
by Jenyfer March 5th, 2010 at 2:16 am