Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Hit n' Miss

I was proud of myself this past week for all the sweeping/mopping 'housewifey' stuff I was getting done around home, and this makes it sound like I spent all kinds of time doing this-- I didn't.  I am, admittedly, a 'hit-and-miss' housekeeper.  Words like 'sporadic' would also be appropriate.  I'll try to ignore anything for as long as I can until I can't ignore it anymore.  The irony of this, an oxymoron even, is that I love my surroundings to be clean and tidy and beautiful, or at least interesting and unusual-- and pretty (this is the Libra in me).  And I keep declaring to the world that every nook and cranny of my house would be in a pristine condition 24/7, if I didn't share my house with oodles of kids and oodles of cats (and one stinky very sheddy dog).  It would be-- really.

On one of my wild hair-up-the-ass days, when I was struck by the sudden urge to dust, I was going to tidy up a shelf I have, which sits at the very end of a very long, very dark hallway, right outside our bedroom doors.  Surprisingly, my uber tidy and clean-freak hubby told me to leave it.  "Don't touch it", he says, "leave it just the way it is."

okay...

 
 
 
 
 

2 comments:

  1. Love all of your potions. Your hubby is right, besides, how would you find anything??? ;)

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  2. Absolutely! :) My Grandmother's theory on dusting was 1) I always break something; and 2) a layer of dust adds to the authenticity of my antiques...that's what she said.

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