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?