I'm more of a fall cleaner than a spring cleaner. It seems to me that if we're about to hunker down together in the house for a couple months, we should probably make sure we can be comfortable. These seasons are just brimming with opportunities for coziness. But can I really relax into it and seize the cozy while looking at all this mess? (That's rhetorical.)
Truly, I don't mind cleaning. I used to actually enjoy it. I'm neat, I like organizing, I like a challenge, I'm persistent and creative. I think these are all traits that lend themselves to cleaning! But I have two little ones now. I'd rather be doing something with them. And, let's face it, it's somewhat less satisfying to clean a room, move on, and have it look like a tornado hit by the time you come back in.
But -- it needed to be done.
Some unexpected highlights:
finding candlesticks at the back of the freezer that I put there to de-wax so long ago I didn't remember -- beautiful (expensive) wedding gifts and other sweet votives perfect for this time of year;
|Also: discovering I have a "mending pile" on my sewing table -- who knew?!|