It was a drizzly Saturday morning and I did housework. Normally I just do a little bit here and there, but I decided that today I would try doing it all at once and get it over with.
Three hours later, I had decluttered and scrubbed and swept and swiffered and mopped and dusted and stuff. I had even hauled out BOTH vacuum cleaners. I wasn’t done, but some of my rooms were looking pretty good.
Not this one though. This is my computer room. I can’t decide what to do with the big pile of ironing. I don’t want to iron it, but I’m tired of looking at it. Any suggestions?
That’s a pretty good trick eh, procrastinating about the housework by blogging about the housework?
But why stop there? I’ll just flip through my camera and see what else I can ramble on about instead of finishing the housework.
Here are a couple of walking-to-work pictures from earlier this week.
This is my favourite tree on a foggy morning in the Arboretum. It’s a European Larch. I swear if you lay your hand on its trunk, it vibrates and you can absorb its energy. I know how that sounds, but go try it yourself before you say I’m imagining it. It’s just west of Prince of Wales, and north of the Driveway, on the perimeter of a big grassy field. It’s the only Larch in that area.
I think these crows must have had a lovers’ quarrel.
Oh look! Here’s Nicky Diane, wearing the hat that Melinda in Switzerland knit! I delivered it to her shortly after that premature snowfall. I have to say, she seemed – understandably – a little puzzled when I gave it to her. I explained that a friend of mine in Switzerland had knit it and hoped it might keep her a little warmer this winter. Nicky Diane looked like she had questions, but she didn’t ask them. Finally she took off her other hat, put this hat on, said it matched her jacket, and then mused “Everybody spoils me…the people who love me, and now people I’ve never even met in Switzerland.”
Last night GC and I went to the 260 Fingers pottery show at the Glebe Community Centre. I bought two mugs: one from Chandler Swain, and one from Maureen Marcotte. I ran into several people I know there, from different parts of my life, past and present: an old boss from ten years ago, a woman whose daughter was in daycare with my son 24 years ago, and two of my blog readers!
Here’s a picture of Duncan having a nap for you Duncan fans. I just took this picture five minutes ago. The big orange pussycat opened one eye, stretched and went back to sleep.
Today is my sister Debbie’s birthday! She and I are the same age for a few weeks each year before she pulls ahead again. Debbie is smart and kind and generous. She’s easy to talk to, and she takes good care of the people she loves, including me. She also plays endless games of Word Twist and Scramble with me on Facebook and is a faithful reader of my blog. And she makes me laugh. I’m very lucky to have her as a sister and friend. Happy Birthday Deb!
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I hate ironing. So, I just spray my wrinkled clothes with water and toss them in the dryer. Just make sure to not leave the clothes in the dryer after it stops because the clothes will just re-wrinkle.
Love the picture of Nicky wearing the tuque. I have some tuques that I’m thinking about giving away to those in need. I’m just not sure if it’s best to go up to someone on the street who looks like he/she could use a tuque or to give to somewhere like the the clothing pick up charities (Diabetes, Cystic Fibrosis).
Fold it and put it away.
I don’t own an iron. If you’re concerned about wrinkles, just hang them up in the closet and eventually the wrinkles will come out. Or just fold them and put them away.
Exactly what Psychgrad said!
I keep them in my drycleaning bag till I either take them there or put them in the washer to wash out the wrinkles and hope that they get hung up before wrinkles set it.
Love the photo of Dunc.
Thanks for the birthday wishes. It is funny for three weeks I am the same age as you and now for the next three, I am older than Rob before he catches up again.
Pyschgrad did the quick way. No dumping stuff on it to make it dirty to justify putting it thru the wash and be taken out damp and hung. Not that I’d do that.
Nice Nicky Diane pic and story. It’s good to feel spoiled.
Hope I’ll get to that ceramics sale too.
I assume all the ironing is stuff that goes on hangers? Perhaps you could just hang it all up first and wait a day and then see if most of it really needs ironing. Maybe much of it got pressed under the pile and you’ll only have to do collars or something.
I like your crow lovers.
I wonder about your larch. As much as I would love to believe it has powers, maybe it is growing over something underground like a fault line or even a pipeline. However, the next time I am over there, I shall look for it and lay my hands upon it.
How long have the unironed clothes been sitting unironed and unworn? If more than 6 months, put them away because they are out of season now. If more than 12 months, donate them to a worthy cause because you obviously don’t like them all that well. At least, that is what I do!
Awwww Duncan.. and the picture of that tree is beautiful, you are so lucky to live where you do
beautiful tree
May I ask about your mannequins? I have to admit that I’d be kinda scared living with mannequins and am wondering what the story is behind them 😉
Clearly I’m not the only one with ironing issues. THank you for all your excellent suggestions. I think I will conduct an experiment: I’ll hang some up and see if the wrinkles fall out, and I’ll rewash some and see if they emerge unwrinkled, I’ll fold some and put them away, and I’ll donate some to charity.
Psychgrad – I believe the charities re-sell the items by the pound to Value Village, rather than distributing them to their clients.
Freckles – the mannequins aren’t that scary once you get used to them. But they HAVE been known to freak out the occasional pet-sitter who entered at dusk and forgot that I had mannequins. The story behind them? Well, you’re right, there IS a story…maybe I’ll blog about it some day soon. Stay tuned…