It was only three months after finding the lump, two weeks after the surgery, and we were still waiting for the (benign) results. Howard had just gotten back from a seminar in Detroit and was about to get on the plane for Guatemala. Things were tense.
The contractor doing the renovations was a turtle moving backward. The floors were bare wood. The studio was non-existent. The garage was full of boxes, the house was full of boxes, and everything had to be shifted constantly in order to work in any particular area. It was the worse move I have ever made and if they'd all been like that, we'd have moved once and stayed put for thirty years.
Last year, this time, it felt like I was constantly two minutes from a melt down. The stuff of my life was piling up and overlapping. I've "affectionately" referred to it as the year from hell. It wasn't pretty and it dragged on FOREVER. When we're in the middle of some thing, it can seem pretty dark. It's good to be reminded that it will eventually end.
I woke up late, cleaned all day, had company for dinner, and didn't sew yesterday so I'm showing off my clean kitchen - VBG. The cabinets go to the ceiling. My stuff doesn't. I'm not tall enough to reach. I'd need one of those rolling library ladders. As it is, to clean the cabinets behind the sink, I have to stand in the sink. It's a good thing I don't need the space. Cleaning took seven hours. A few things moved to new spots. I wonder how long it will take the guys to remember where they go ! ! !
All the units in this complex came with a deep pantry. I added two more of the rolling shelves and use the cabinet for plastic containers, bowls, casserole dishes, and glass pans. I've had a pantry like this before and I know it's too deep and too high for me to see anything. It was always a mess.
Our pantry is in the hall closet where the linen was supposed to be. We built a new closet downstairs off the new laundry room. Originally that closet was supposed to be for my stash but it moved every time the studio moved and every stash move also shifted the linen until this last studio move when I built a new stash closet.
Now, the deep hall closet that was supposed to be the washer and dryer but first became linen and then stash is now cleaning supplies, paper products, the broom, mop, and vacuum and when Howard gets home, we'll move the freezer into it which just makes sense to me - near the kitchen. Just because someone labeled a certain area by a certain name doesn't mean we have to use it that way. There are no rules. What's important is that we make it work for us. Drapery fabric makes some amazing coats, skirts, and pants. Upholstery fabric is perfect for bags. Fabric is fabric.
I broke one of my favourite glasses. It's a reminder that death and disaster are a given. They visit everyone's life at some point and we won't always have the opportunity to use the good dishes and cut up the precious fabrics. Don't wait. Use them. That's what they're here for. Not to be stored in a box, out of sight, out of mind, except for the few moments every year when we clean and re-store them.
Except for washing the railing around the stairs and the doors, I'm finished cleaning upstairs. After going through every box, basket, closet, cupboard, and drawer, there was very little to discard, only half a box, and everything in it was given to me by someone else which means that I'm making tremendous progress on not bringing into my home things that I don't truly want or use. This is good.
The scarf above was a gift from my friend Sharon who bought it because I like lime only this particular shade is not good around my face. I can show the scarf here even though she reads my blog because Sharon always encourages me to use a gift my way. The fabric is beautifully soft and 100% cotton. I'm going to over-dye it with blue with maybe a touch of black to get a darker green and then take it along to the workshop in June for stamping and painting. I'm excited to see how it works out.
I had the guys over for dinner last night - five young men 20 - 24. What fun! They know I can't actually see their expressions so when I said smile pretty for the camera, naturally they didn't. Two are mine, two are "adopted", and one is a childhood friend visiting from out of town. I put pink napkins on the table for a girl moment since it was me, the five guys, chili & chips - boy food.
This morning, I'm getting my hair cut... again... and hopefully it'll be wonderful this time. Then washing the railing and doors. Then working on the dress pattern I showed yesterday.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - five guys