I’m nearly done rambling for the day.  I promise.

The upstairs hallway is where I keep my houseplants.  I had noticed of late that the asparagus fern was looking a little less energetic than usual.  I figured I might as well spend some of my hallway-cleaning time on repotting the asparagus fern. 

That’s what the cleaning schedule is all about after all — allowing me to spend time regularly focusing on various parts of the house without getting overwhelmed.

So out I went to the potting bench with the asparagus fern.  I saw the problem immediately.  I guessed as much.  It was totally root bound.

Every time I took a step, Jasper was under my feet wanting attention.  So I picked her up and held her for a little while.

Once done, it looked much better.  Well, at least it looks like it has room to grow.  I watered it good and took it back to its little “greenhouse” area upstairs.

The day ended with a package from my mom when I checked the mail.  There were some great old photographs of my mother when she was a baby and my grandmother holding her.   There was also a little wooden lamp for the doll house!  She found it at a thrift store local to her.

The shade looks like cowhide!  Cool, no?

Lynn

So my cleaning schedule had me in the kitchen today, as well as the pantry and the hallway.  I have been thinking that one of these weeks in the kitchen I would clean my kitchen table really good.  It’s an old enamel top table that I found at a thrift store about 12 years ago.  I really love it.

Today was the day.  I turned the table upsidedown and cleaned the wood underneath with a dampened cloth and then went over it with wood restorer when dry. 

The chairs came from a local antique store.  The story was that they were purchased in England, and I do believe they were telling me the truth.  The particular dealer they came from is a doctor who travels to England regularly.  Antiques is her hobby.  The funny thing was that when we got them home, there was a tag underneath some red paint on several of the chairs that showed they were made in Winston Salem!  Either someone was confused, or these chairs went from NC to England to NC again.

Yes, this table has lots of wear and scratches, but I think it fits right in!

Lynn

For the long hair ladies I know, I reached tailbone length. 

It’s swinging, so it’s hard to tell, but it’s definitely there!! 

Lynn

This post is for Hannah at Cultivating Home.  She wrote about her living room redo and her old trunk.  I left her a comment, as her post made me wonder if my trunk was like hers…or not!  Her writing prompted me to uncover mine (it had a throw over it and doubled as a living room table) and see if they were alike.  

Normally the love seat is pushed up next to my trunk and it is covered with magazines and my “journal station.”  I pulled the love seat back and uncovered it to get a clear view.  My trunk is not exactly like Hannah’s.  It’s funny how unclear a memory can be.  I need to pay more attention to detail.  Not just with objects, either.  It certainly helps with people when we pay attention to detail. 

We bought our trunk at an antique store (got a good buy from a friend who has a booth there) for our oldest son.  He had so much “stuff” all around.  I know he won’t be living with us forever.  He is 19, works full time and pays us rent.  When he leaves, the trunk goes with him.  It’s a gift from his mom.  ~:-D  His first antique!

 Lynn