Since the removal of the real live Christmas tree (and the fourth or fifth dumping of the water from the stand on the carpet) and the fake Jenny Craig skinny tree with blue ornaments, the regular furniture and accessories have not made their reappearance in the house yet. It looks quite naked in the living room and the family room. The garage is uncomfortably stuffed at the moment. We need to bring in two coffee tables, three lamps, one chair, two silk Ficus trees and whatever used to be on the entry table and the piano.
I think I’m liking the barrenness of it all. Less to dust. Not that I ever dust anymore. I have children who do, despite the infrequency that it gets accomplished. Embarrassingly enough, the dining room chairs did not get their seats wiped for months… and in the dusty AZ desert, that is NOT good. A guest in black pants, who shall remain nameless, came over, sat down, scooted back and unknowingly dusted one of the seats for me. Yikes! When said guest was not looking, I caught Larisa’s eye (the living room duster….) and pointed to the dust on our guest’s backside. Good grief!
We had house guests visit for five days, so the loft/sewing room/school room had to be cleaned out. I dusted the sewing machine and folded it back into its table. I even dusted the elliptical machine. It does get regular use, but the metal bars are a magnet to dust balls. One of my helpful children loaded all the fabric from its obvious hiding place under the cutting table into a black garbage bag and to the garage. And even the loft/sewing room/school room looks bare naked at the moment. It makes me feel lighter…. or slimmer…. or something.
All this nakedness needs to rub off in our master bedroom. I desperately need to clean out the file cabinet drawers and file all the files on my desk. It is a seriously organized conglomeration of files that simply need a home of their own instead of a pile… many piles… neat piles, but piles nonetheless.
Anyway, I’m staying downstairs because it’s all naked and clean feeling down here.