Inspired by the sunshine, the dozen pairs of sheer curtains still in the package since Christmas, and the words of a wonderful blogger, I’m headed upstairs to take-down-the-old and get ready for the new.
From Kelle Hampton of Enjoying the Small Things:
I have this made-up theory that detours me from housework--if you can't do it all, don't do any. Don't cross stictch that on a pillow because it will get you no where in life. I think big a lot--sometimes too big. As in, any attempt to clean house must include full overload. I want to do it all in one day--every room, every cupboard, every floor, and if I don't have one 8-hour block of time dedicated to extreme home makeover, I often think "why bother?" I also have this other theory about cleaning--if you're not "feeling it," go buy something new for your house. Don't quote me on that one either because it's just really bad psychology, and our economy doesn't need that kind of thinking. And, for the record, I'm not talking a new fridge for inspiration. Something little--like a dish towel or a candle. It's based on that whole "If you give a mouse a cookie" philosophy in that a sweet new toss pillow might just make you want to make your bed. And then pick up your clothes. And then rearrange your room, dust your dresser, frame new pictures. I once dusted every mini blind slat in my bathroom, spurred by the purchase of new guest soaps.
Thewide sunny windows should take on a lighter, airier flair when we hang their new, gauzy petticoats:
The sitting room upstairs still looked mostly like THIS last Spring, a little too dull for the NOW:
What I’m hoping for is a newer, brighter, neater look with the new whiter-than-white sheers---the old ones ARE ten years old, and unbelievably grey when held against them. That should make a still-cozy but Springified refurbishing of the reading corner when we're done.
(Sans recycle bin, of course---how did THAT get there?)
Of Further Developments, moire non.