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Over the past few days, I’ve been trying to get my house cleaned and back together post Lucketts. While cleaning is sometimes a total pain for me and I am a part of the laundry-loathing club, most of the time cleaning is therapeutic in a strange way and gets my creative juices flowing. I put on some good music, pick up the clutter, vacuum the fur balls (created by my wool rugs) and that almost always leads to rearranging something. Or several things. When I added the child’s hutch to my desk a couple of weeks ago, that meant rearranging the pictures and plates above. That meant removing one of my favorite family photos and leaning it against a wall until I found a new home for it. (The little girl with the big bow is my great-grandmother and my mom still has the rocking chair they are sitting in.)









