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:
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.
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
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.
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