My house looks like looters came and went. I’ll be the first to admit that I am not the least bit tidy. Too many projects going on at the same time, and a tendency to be distracted. I’ve always said that while no one in their right mind would do surgery in my kitchen, no one would think twice about eating food prepared there. However, if the health department had come in last week, they might not have shut me down as a health hazard but they certainly would have written me a few citations. The state of my house was bad enough that BK worried about me, to the point that she was practicing what she was going to say. Imagine her relief when she came over yesterday and found that I am heading back to normal.
It didn’t take that long to clean the kitchen, a couple of hours on Sunday before I headed off to the symphony. It’s not perfect, but it’s better. After being without any household help for awhile, I rehired Abril. She is a tornado for cleaning but the last time she worked for me, she disappeared for 6 weeks. Hopefully things have gotten better in her life, I’ve known her a long time, we went to her Quinceañera .
How did this happen? I got overwhelmed and depressed. Then I got sick. I never get sick, seriously,except for the 2013 health hiccup (I am now officially calling it that) and a bit of excess weight, I am astonishingly healthy. It’s a chicken and egg thing, I don’t know if my defenses got lowered because I was depressed or I got depressed because my defenses lowered. Regardless, I am feeling much better and ready to reorganize.
With the idea of selling the house, I sold Duke’s desk and credenza in order to move my sewing room/studio into his office. As usual, I never did take any photos of my completed and organized room. The room is great, the light is great, but Duke’s office is bigger.
While I was selling things I also sold the china cabinet that I had painted. Most of it’s contents are displayed in the kitchen now. The wooden bench from the recibidor sits in that space now, unfortunately covered in stuff. I couldn’t part with my homemade dining room table, but I think I may redo the chairs.
Our king size bed felt too big so I traded it with a friend for a double bed, but my headboard doesn’t fit the new bed, It came with a heavy custom made iron bed frame, that is too stark for my taste. So I am playing around with ideas on how to soften it up some. Something like this.
Here is the fabric I bought to make a bed skirt and cover for the headboard. I like the pink and the script, it’s romantic without being overtly feminine. One of my friends gave me some sofa cushions which I am going to cut down to upholster and use as a headboard. Right now I have floral pillow shams tied onto the headboard, but they aren’t as dense as I would like.
To add to the mess, I hauled everything out of the walk-in closet in order to repair the wall. Actually, I am just scraping paint and patching some spots. It’s not bad for having lived in this house for ten years, it really won’t take long to do. I’m also going to move Duke’s ropero out and replace it with the NSF shelves that were in his office. Maybe later I’ll sell that too, but right now I just can’t part with any more of his things, though I give away his clothes already. Duke wasn’t into clothes, so it didn’t feel as personal as some of the other stuff.
Then there is the unfinished sponge painting, it was interrupted by the 2013 health hiccup, and I never finished it. I can’t decide whether to just paint over it or what to do. The intention was to mimic lapis lazuli but in pale blue and silver rather than cobalt and gold on just one wall.
For my peace of mind, I’m going to clean the room first, and worry about the paint later. No wonder I was depressed having to step over all this mess, and not knowing where anything is.
Duke used to tell me that one of his favorite things about me, was that I always woke up happy. These days I have to make more of an effort to be happy, but I’m getting there. I believe that happiness is a choice we make. Every day, I remember the good things in my life. I have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and apparently so many unfinished projects that I will live forever.