It’s spring cleaning time but I took it in stages, doing the lower half the house on Saturday and the upstairs half on Sunday. Sometimes the mess just gets to me and I don’t feel right until it’s clean and polished and gleaming.
Like that bookcase there. Every picture was dusted off and then placed back on the newly oiled wood.
I like when the wood gleams.
And when the finishing touches are dust free.
Something I rarely show: the back staircase. I love the runner used on these stairs.
I just liked the colors here.
I even cleaned the glass globes of the light fixtures in the entry foyer. I get into these cleaning frenzies and it’s best to just get out of my way. Sometimes I even get angry. A psychologist would have a field day with me, I’m sure.
Some day I’m going to paint this door. But not today.
No nails were used on this flooring. It’s all pegged, circa 1810.
A couple of photos from the bookshelf. My husband on the left, on his 30th birthday. When I look at him today, this is whom I see. And our youngest son, my baby, when he was very young. He’s 23 now.
I hope your week is off to a good start. For me, it’s always better when things are neat and clean. If my house is in order, it makes me feel like my life is in order. You know?
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .