It starts with something small, usually. "I'm just going to sort out this drawer, or this box, or this closet..." Next thing you know, I've got the whole house torn up. It feels pretty good to clear out stuff we haven't used in several years (if ever) but the resulting mess can be daunting.
This particular binge started with the bathroom. The granddaughters painted it over New Year's weekend, and the color was much brighter than I expected it to be. I can't complain, mind--I bought the paint myself. I was considering how to tame it a bit; first I put up a white shower curtain and then noticed how the white graniteware washpan looked pretty good against that paint, so we rounded up all the granite washpans (who knew I had a half dozen or more of them?) and hung them on the walls.
|Still have to repaint that little cabinet...|
|This was a homemade, pretty ugly cabinet that looks a lot better with paint. |
I wanted a place to hang those little hand towels.
It's been a mess. It's been fun. It's made me sleep like a rock at night. Who needs to wait for spring to do spring cleaning anyway? I still have more to do but I'm seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe after another week I can get back into painting furniture and working on storytelling. Until then, the dust will continue to fly. I hope it doesn't find its way to your house!
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