DCV* Outbreak Near Philadelphia!
Someone I used to know said of her mother-in-law, "When she dies, her gravestone is going to say 'She Kept Her House Clean.'"
Neither of us ever aspired to be her mother-in-law.
I first encountered the sentiment to the left a bazillion years ago when I was visiting my cousin. She had it hanging on her wall in 18-count Aida. I didn't give her a moment's peace until she shared her pattern with me. I finished the cross stitch in record time, had it framed promptly, and it has served as my motto ever since.
I also hired a cleaning lady. Who is wonderful. And is named Natasha. But that is another story.
Natasha keeps 92% of the house looking great! But she isn't allowed near my sewing space, not that she would even attempt to go there. She is very smart and has her limits.
As a sufferer of Multiple Project Disorder who swears by her motto, I function happily in my mess and clutter and disarray. Most of the time.
And then -- without warning -- the Dreaded Cleaning Virus will strike and I won't be able to sew a stitch until I have cleaned and purged and organized. My little friend Turbo lives for these outbreaks because she is usually the beneficiary of the cast-offs.
Wondering why I've been quiet since Saturday? Well, now you know. The first symptoms of the Virus appeared on Sunday and it took up all afternoon and all of Monday, the legitimate holiday (because Thursday and Friday were snow days. And now it is done.
The space is pristine. Turbo picked up a couple of bags of this-and-that. The Guild White Elephant Exchange received two great big parcels (and to my credit I picked the smallest thing I could find to bring home). Fabric is relatively neatly arranged in the metal cupboard on the shelves along with WISPs**. A list of the latter has been prepared and will be dealt with. Two projects that I've totally lost interest in but have a large dollar investment have been set aside and if they aren't taken care of by the next time the virus comes around, out they will go. Civil War is all in one place, as are Rowan and Batiks and the small remaining amount of Laurel Burch. Oh, it is glorious in its tidiness!
Let us see how long it lasts.
*Dreaded Cleaning Virus
**Works In Slow Progress
Neither of us ever aspired to be her mother-in-law.
I first encountered the sentiment to the left a bazillion years ago when I was visiting my cousin. She had it hanging on her wall in 18-count Aida. I didn't give her a moment's peace until she shared her pattern with me. I finished the cross stitch in record time, had it framed promptly, and it has served as my motto ever since.
I also hired a cleaning lady. Who is wonderful. And is named Natasha. But that is another story.
Natasha keeps 92% of the house looking great! But she isn't allowed near my sewing space, not that she would even attempt to go there. She is very smart and has her limits.
As a sufferer of Multiple Project Disorder who swears by her motto, I function happily in my mess and clutter and disarray. Most of the time.
And then -- without warning -- the Dreaded Cleaning Virus will strike and I won't be able to sew a stitch until I have cleaned and purged and organized. My little friend Turbo lives for these outbreaks because she is usually the beneficiary of the cast-offs.
Wondering why I've been quiet since Saturday? Well, now you know. The first symptoms of the Virus appeared on Sunday and it took up all afternoon and all of Monday, the legitimate holiday (because Thursday and Friday were snow days. And now it is done.
The space is pristine. Turbo picked up a couple of bags of this-and-that. The Guild White Elephant Exchange received two great big parcels (and to my credit I picked the smallest thing I could find to bring home). Fabric is relatively neatly arranged in the metal cupboard on the shelves along with WISPs**. A list of the latter has been prepared and will be dealt with. Two projects that I've totally lost interest in but have a large dollar investment have been set aside and if they aren't taken care of by the next time the virus comes around, out they will go. Civil War is all in one place, as are Rowan and Batiks and the small remaining amount of Laurel Burch. Oh, it is glorious in its tidiness!
Let us see how long it lasts.
*Dreaded Cleaning Virus
**Works In Slow Progress
Comments
How lovely to be able to hire a cleaning lady! Would sure allow for more of what fills your plate!
All of my good intentions at staying organized don't last long enough, that is for sure. Hope you are more successful!
The framed motto in my wee sewing room says "Creativity is Messy and I am Very creative!"
Cheers for your energy and all you accomplished!
Hugs!
I suppose I should ask you to give it to me.
"A place for everything and the more things in the place, the better," said a character in the children's novel The Gammage Cup. That resonated with me when I read it nearly 50 years ago and I still agree.
Thank you!