(Note: The date on this post isn't right. It's March 6, not February 29. I'm curious as to how this happened, but not nearly enough to actually figure it out. It is what it is.)
I wish I was making it up when I tell you that Brainiac has me watching, as I type, a television show about
runways.
Runways! I am so going to retaliate with a show about, I don't know, sewing for dollhouses or balloon sculptures or something. Runways! Honestly.
We've had a little bit of spring feeling in the past few days - a most welcome development. I know it can't last, of course. Our
date of last frost is still some weeks away and anything can happen. Even so I'm definitely feeling springy, with all that such a feeling brings with it. I'm sketching (and re-sketching and) the garden plan, double-checking the supply of canning jars and lids and, most unbelievably to just about everyone who lives with me, doing all these nesty spring cleaning type jobs.
Starting small, of course. I don't want to hurt myself with sudden cleaning moves to which my body is most unaccustomed. I'm gearing up for a
major meme-type collaborative effort but, again, have no wish to rush into anything. I'm all about the ramp-up here at Hot Water Bath and the little cleaning-like project that's given me the most satisfaction so far is organizing the living room bookshelf.
I don't actually have a
before pic of the bookshelf but trust me when I say that its condition didn't exactly illustrate the message I deep-down wanted to send: that two grown-up people with a teensy amount of
au courant taste if not quite a matching budget (hence the prefab
faux cherry model bought at a discount from a big box store because the packaging was damaged). We've gone from three shelves crammed with workbooks, scraps of paper festooned with the phone number of long-forgotten need and goodness knows what keeping the bottom doors from closing (possibilities: a large bag with a number of plastic coins mimicking various denominations of U.S. currency, a tin of long since dried markers, a white board with a faded clock face).
But now! Now we have this:
O.K. I can see in this shot that the Girl's little pink bible has fallen in back of the Uncle Sam bank. Whatever. It's so much better than it was and I'm not going to fret about a little imperfection. The important thing is that without all the junk and not-often-used miscellanea we can see that which we truly value - pictures of people important to us, heirlooms and books that see frequent reference (I'm amused to note that
The Book of Common Prayer ended up on top of one of Brainiac's books about
Scotch).
Like I said, I'm starting small. In this case, though,
small seems quite large, indeed.
I'm usually blinded by studs, having the perception that everything studded are awesome AND beautiful in my eyes no matter what....but seeing MK Olsen rocking this black leather Givenchy jacket with such MASSIVE studs on the sleeves made me wonder why they didn't appeal to me this time...too much, maybe?? Hhmm.....
I went treasure hunting in my brother's closet again and found this grey sweater that would be perfect to wear with my black lame legging...I can actually just go out in this very much comfortable outfit, but I would need some killer heels that would finish off the whole 'cool' look, which, sadly I don't have....
