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.)
As I was cleaning the master bedroom yesterday, I noticed the blank wall next to my bedside. I was leaving the wall blank until I found just the right thing to hang there. The family photo and blank wall were a perfect match.
I topped off the picture with an ironstone platter…something that kept the picture from looking too lonely, but was simple and wouldn’t detract from everything else going on.
I also brought in the needlepoint chair I had leftover from Lucketts. It didn’t sell the first day, so I brought it home with me. It makes a very nice vanity chair.
The last new addition is the necklace on my dress form that my 4 year old son made for me. It has accessorized a few of my outfits lately and I thought it deserved more than “the drawer”, so I decided to display it.
My son, the maker of the necklace, noticed it on the form. “Mommy! I made it for you, not for her!” I explained to him that she would only wear it when I wasn’t and he seemed satisfied with that.
I just love “playing” with my house. Don’t you?
