So today is Monday,
and I am putting on my Cinderella duds
and taking care of business.
My Mom loved housework -- not just the end results, but the process.
She loved to clean.
I really envy that.
Out of all the crazies I inherited from her, why not that one?
But needs must. Get a load of this:
This copper rooster weathervane hangs from our conservatory ceiling.
Years ago I slung a green beaded necklace on his arrow, and it's still there.
But there's a new decoration.
Can you see the line of cobwebby stuff from his wing to his wattle?
Trust me, it's there. Looks like a shadow. Enlarge the picture at your peril.
This Norwegian treenware bowl has lovely rosemaling.
And not such lovely dust.
Our dear dog Dion had a bath yesterday, and for 24 hours
afterward he sheds like a son of a -- well, what he is.
Dion reminds us that there is a solution to this -- no baths!
Our dog does professional-level fuzz distribution post-bath.
Oh well. Time to stop whinging and put my Big Girl pants on.
It ain't getting done while I'm planted here at the computer.
Maybe later, I'll take this empty parlor fireplace mantel
and play with decorating it. After I dust it, of course!
In 2009, this was our September mantel:
2010's Fall decorating was much simpler, below, as we were busy painting and fixing the kitchen
and sunroom, and my Dad was in and out of the hospital
last Fall -- too busy to fuss overmuch.
Okay, full disclosure: I'd misplaced some of the Fall decor last year. I have since found it. Life's good.
This year, I think we should go a little over the top, don't you?
Meanwhile, if one of you has a spare one of these:
|Fairy Godmother. This image and Cinderella courtesy of The Graphics Fairy, a most generous lady!|
. . . please send her to That Old House, where she can wave her magic wand and Poof! my dust shall vanish.
Because as a friend of mine (who had 6 children) once said,
"Housework is like stringing beads on a cord with no knot on the end."
What is your least favorite chore? -- Cass