Or I should say "the joys of NOT housekeeping". Ever since I broke my foot 7 1/2 weeks ago, I haven't done too much of anything. My main activity has been lying on the couch with my foot elevated. And moaning. A little bit of moaning. Somehow, we have managed to survive 7 weeks with a mother lying on the couch moaning and doing next to nothing. It helps that our local supermarket takes phone orders and delivers the groceries to the house. Because I haven't seen the inside of the store in 7 1/2 weeks. (I hope that means we have saved some money, but that's probably just wishful thinking.) But really, folks, the dishes have gotten done (almost every day), the garbage has gone out, and the clothes have been washed. Once in a while I even get up off the couch and cook something. So it hasn't been all bad.
But I knew things were going to have to change when my daughter remarked this morning that there was a bad smell in the vicinity of the couch (not the one I am lying on, the OTHER ONE.) Indeed, when I came a little closer to check it out, it did seem as if something may have DIED underneath the couch.
After she left for school, I took my broom in hand (it had been so long since the last time I did that, it felt like a new experience) and very gingerly moved the couch. And there he was, a nice little lizard, dead as a doornail and emitting a rather peculiar aroma. The fact that he's missing his tail means that the cats probably played with him before killing him. I don't know how long he had been under there, but am taking it as a sign that a little more frequent floor-sweeping and furniture-moving are in order.
Moving on to a different type of housekeeping. You all know about how those scraps multiply in the night when we're not looking. Kind of like those wire hangers, you have no idea where they came from and how you got so many of them. Well, I have no idea where half of these scraps came from, but it's time to organize them and do something with them.
A little cutting and pressing, and I have a nice little pile, ready to be used for some scrappy project. (Etty, you can see a scrap from your bag right on the top. Thanks again for all the scrappy love.)
Of course there is still lots more to do to get through that big pile, but in the meantime I decided to start sewing some of the scraps together. I can see another Crumb Quilt in my future.
Do you have a mountain of scraps that needs to be tamed on a regular basis? How do you manage to keep it organized and usable? I would love to hear any ideas you have on this...it seems to be a common problem. :)
Have a pieceful weekend!