know many people who spend their weekends as wildly as I
do. Of course, I dont know many people whod
been a running battle at our house about the kitchen
pantry. My dear, brilliant (normally) husband decided a
while ago that the regular shelves in the pantry
werent working as well as he wanted (none of the
food and other items were placed as he wanted
brought home this ingenous basket and wire shelving unit
that was going to solve all his problems. I didnt
have any problems with the pantry and wasnt
enthusiastic about the new shelves, but ...
morning, bright and early, our son and I began unloading
the wonderful new wire basket shelving because
after a couple months of discussion about the
new shelves, Pop had finally caved in and conceded that
the baskets, etc. just werent working.
We picked a
good weekend, as Pop and the youngest granddaughter were
both down and out with a stomach virus.
afternoon, Id realized that Pop just wasnt
going to get the new shelves up that day.
morning, bright and early, I also realized that I was
becoming affected by the stomach virus. But you
cant keep a woman with cleaning on her mind down,
so as soon as Pop got the new shelves in, No. 1 Son and I
were reloading shelves. I was so happy to have my pantry
back that I couldve danced.
cant satisfy a cleaning frenzy with a pantry
though. My sewing room (affectionately called the
pigsty by everyone) has needed a serious cleaning
for at least two years now.
read on my Dear Jane Quilting Message List (www.dearjane.com
for anyone whos interested) about someone who had
emptied her sewing room to clean it. Seemed like a really
good idea at the time.
Sunday afternoon, Id started carting my fabric
stash into the living room. By Sunday evening I still
wasnt through and was exhausted. I was too tired to
sew or quilt and thats tired!
As soon as I
got home from work Monday I went back to carting fabric
out. Finally, about 9:30 or so, I had this really huge
pile of fabric blocking the doors to the deck.
work, I tried very hard not to moan and groan all day.
Between after-effects of the stomach virus and the
really, really achy body from all the lifting, carting,
tugging, pulling, etc. in the pantry and then the sewing
room, it was hard not to moan.
afternoon I was facing the thought of going home and
finishing emptying out my pigsty.
the worst thought was ... I cant get to my sewing
machine. To a seriously addicted quilter
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