This morning I sat in this, our living room here in the manor house that my husband and I are caretaking. And I came to a decision after looking around me and realizing how dusty and dirty this room had become.
It was time to clean this room, really clean it. And so began a mini marathon cleaning session that left these couple of rooms gleaming and me very tired.
A psychologist would have a field day with me and my cleaning issues, but I don’t care. We’re all crazy, is what I figure. Some more than others, for sure.
After I was done and showered, I decided to take some photos of my now-clean digs. The photo above looks towards the front door by my favorite seat, the loveseat. That’s my laptop on the right edge. And a toy at the top of George’s toy box that sits at the other edge.
Look closely at this picture. Do you see anything amiss? Look again.
Can’t see it?
It’s the arm of the couch that’s missing. This is half of a sectional that no matter how we arranged the furniture, would not fit in this room attached to each other.
George thinks this is his jumping couch, and it is I guess. It’s why I keep that cover on it.
I like the letter K. It’s kool. And kooky. But it looks like it means business. It’s also the first letter of my name. That’s the top of a bottle of Kendall chardonnay on the left there that my husband and I shared this afternoon.
I keep the diffuser in here because the kitty litter box is down by the back stairs there. But you’d never know it.
The dingy front door that I swear some day I am going to paint. When we moved here, there was no storm glass in this door, so the weather beat in on it unmercifully. The sun did a number of on it as well.
Have a beautiful week, my friends . . .