Sunday, April 03, 2011

Random acts of sprucing up

Slowly but surely, I am cleaning up the basement. We've hauled away some ratty old furniture, thrown away some stuff, and donated some stuff to charity. Today, I put a lot of the remaining stuff in neat rows, which will have to suffice as "order" for the time being. I set aside more things for a Goodwill run, and bagged up more garbage.

The ultimate goal is to make the main room of the basement my creative space, a studio. Really, I just wanted a place where I could set up a sewing machine, but you know how it goes - you clean one little area, then the area next to it looks bad, so you clean it, too.

To celebrate my industriousness, I sat down in a patio chair and did a little spinning. No photos - I've taken dozens of photos of the Pepto Pink fleece, and they all look about the same. But I didn't want to be picture-free, so please enjoy this artist's rendering of "Spindle, Laden with Fiber".


While I was working in the basement, our neighbor and her friend, unbeknownst to me, were doing yard work on our shared border. Suffice it to say, there is now a huge trailer in our back yard for yard debris, and tomorrow's agenda includes chainsaws, heavy ropes, and a dash of Round Up. When it is over, the sideways lilac should be upright again, and the grapevine and volunteer sycamores should be dead.

3 comments:

Alexandra said...

Chainsaws! Mysterious goings on in basements! Planned killings! Purposeful cleaning!

This blog entry reminded me of either the start to a horror film or The Wind In The Willows. I suddenly want to pack a picnic lunch and go mess about on a boat. ...but only in broad daylight.

Lydia Manx said...

Cheryl! You are writing horror now? Cleaning up afterward to boot.

Sounds like you are making the best of spring time fever. Open a bottle of wine and chill :D

Aser said...

I, for one, cannot wait to see the ensuing office/sewing room/studio space. I envision you lurking there on steamy July evenings, plotting revisions of the world and knitting yards of luscious poetry, cool and content.