Yeah, not really. But today, I cleaned the breakfast nook.
The way I saw it, I had two choices when I woke up this damp, drizzly morning. I awoke at 10, very late for me, but it was due to the fun and interesting wedding I attended the night before in Philadelphia (partial post below). One choice was to stay in my pajamas and enjoy the laziness that such attire calls for. Or I could choose to be really energetic and do some cleaning. For a change.
I was leaning towards the pajamas but changed my mind while eating my Cheerios in the breakfast nook a short time later.
Lord have mercy, was it ever messy in there.
So I moved all the furniture out, swept the floor and then scrubbed it. I don’t know what possessed me to take photos of it, but there you go. This is a photo of the breakfast nook with the old hunter wallpaper [explanation here] after I’ve scrubbed the floor.
The print hanging on the wall on the left is actually a puzzle that my husband and I did several years ago. He liked it so much, I put it in a frame for him.
It’s perfect for hiding the peeling wallpaper on the wall where it hangs, although it’s not covering all of it, as you can see.
Aren’t you glad you come here? Isn’t the peeling wallpaper just too exciting?
Today, I even put felt covers on the bottoms of the chairs after sanding them and cleaning them. And took photos of them.
Crazy? I care not.
I love Starbucks Double Shots. They were made for people who need an energy boost while doing chores.
After I finished scrubbing the floor to perfection, I put two coats of polish on it, letting it dry between applications. While it was drying the second time, I headed up to the licorice store to get a couple bottles of wine for whenever . . . just to get out of the house for awhile.
Ok. One of them was for tonight.
And then I came home and put all the furniture back in the room. I took a picture standing on the little set of steps that leads up from the mudroom door. I love a clean, shiny floor and am not afraid to admit it.
Well, hello there my little friend.
You know that saying? That the floor is clean enough to eat off of? Well, that’s this floor today.
While I was out, I picked up a nice little sirah because I’m sort of into that lately. I liked the hawk on the label, although that wasn’t my prime motivation for choosing this particular brand.
I will say that this Petite Sirah from Huntingdon Wine Cellars hit the spot after a day of domesticity at the manor house.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .