Paper doilies
These are from that deep, dark dungeon: the Placemat Drawer! I'm starting to wonder about myself - why why why did I buy buy buy umpteen packages of assorted paper doilies, once upon a time?
I remember thinking that some would be used to make Valentines, and they were, a loooooong time ago, when my boys were little (they seemed to especially appreciate the geometry of the intricate designs). Some would be used for: what?! If I ever opened up a tearoom? (Disclaimer: I actually did have a teaparty for my birthday this year, and I did use, like, three doilies. Three, out of, oh, I don't know, a hundred? Two hundred?)
Bye, doilies! Okay, I'll keep maybe a dozen, and the rest are going to church, where they'll get used up during Coffee Hour hospitality. Nothing says "tasty and sophisticated" like paper doilies lining a plate o' doughnuts, lol!
xo, LD
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
They Already Know Their ABCs
Educational Placemats
In my never-ending quest for clutterlessness, I find myself in the oddest places. Today, that meant the next-to-bottom drawer in a built-in cupboard behind a closed door in our dining room. That's the Placemat Drawer. And it's stuffed, just jammed with - among other things - 24 placemats: a pretty pair for every month (they're a practical decoration for the table in our kitchen) (yes, they are!).
Also, there are a stack of educational placemats, left over from dinner-table-time learning, when the kids were little. I guess since the boys (young men, now) know their states 'n' capitols, ABCs in cursive; addition, multiplication, and division tables; have an idea of who was president when, and have a basic Spanish vocabulary, it's time for these placemats to march on to a new home. (Bonus mats include the instruments of the orchestra and the periodic table of elements.)
Plus, embarrassingly, while these mats slept in that dark drawer, the world map mats and solar system placemats have gone obsolete! Entire countries have been renamed several times, and poor Pluto has been kicked off the planet chart, rendering those mats good for nowhere except under the dog's food and water bowls! (That's a good place for Pluto, anyhow!)
Enough dishing for today!
xo, LD
In my never-ending quest for clutterlessness, I find myself in the oddest places. Today, that meant the next-to-bottom drawer in a built-in cupboard behind a closed door in our dining room. That's the Placemat Drawer. And it's stuffed, just jammed with - among other things - 24 placemats: a pretty pair for every month (they're a practical decoration for the table in our kitchen) (yes, they are!).
Also, there are a stack of educational placemats, left over from dinner-table-time learning, when the kids were little. I guess since the boys (young men, now) know their states 'n' capitols, ABCs in cursive; addition, multiplication, and division tables; have an idea of who was president when, and have a basic Spanish vocabulary, it's time for these placemats to march on to a new home. (Bonus mats include the instruments of the orchestra and the periodic table of elements.)
Plus, embarrassingly, while these mats slept in that dark drawer, the world map mats and solar system placemats have gone obsolete! Entire countries have been renamed several times, and poor Pluto has been kicked off the planet chart, rendering those mats good for nowhere except under the dog's food and water bowls! (That's a good place for Pluto, anyhow!)
Enough dishing for today!
xo, LD
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Fever Pitch
Saturday - Thursday. . . I'm sick. . .
Panty drawer, magazines, books, more books, refrigerator, and pantry purges!
Saturday: Not feeling too perky today, but I have energy enough for tossing panties! (Not all of them, silly! Just the ones that deserve to go away.)
Sunday: Oh, dear, I'm sick. Got some flu thing, ugh. Today, I will take it easy. Plus, who would want to be near me? I'm sequestered/quarantined, so the best I can do, declutter-wise, is languidly flip through a stack of magazines (they just keep accumulating!), and (later, when I'm feeling more mobile), stuff them into the recycling bin. Could be worse!
Monday: Well, now I have a higher fever and my ears hurt and my sinuses are killing me and blah blah blah. . . I'm a slugabed, drowsing and aching, and I finally have the time to read several random books that I "always meant to get around to" and, then, away they go to the give-away bag. . . makes for a very weird Labor Day weekend.
Tuesday: and I do the same today, more books and recuperating. . . after trying to accomplish undone stuff, which results in me feeling so wiped out. I am lucky to have the time to space out (and make more space, even if it's just in the bookcase)!
Wednesday: Hooray! I'm getting better, but I'm not particularly ambitious. So I put my head in the fridge (so refreshing!) and pull out old jam jars. Some of them, I'm not even sure what flavor they are - were - (no labels - what's up with that?!, an aroma that is sort of sharp-smelling, and a color that is not tasty-looking) - yuk! Some things are easy to toss!
Thursday: Upright, almost clear-headed, and full of ambition, I give the pantry a semi-thorough going-through. Who knew we had so many packets of unsweetened Kool-Aid? And. . . why? It feels good to have a neat pantry with no mysteries.
Goodbye to the flu, goodbye to more stuff!
xo, LD
Panty drawer, magazines, books, more books, refrigerator, and pantry purges!
Saturday: Not feeling too perky today, but I have energy enough for tossing panties! (Not all of them, silly! Just the ones that deserve to go away.)
Sunday: Oh, dear, I'm sick. Got some flu thing, ugh. Today, I will take it easy. Plus, who would want to be near me? I'm sequestered/quarantined, so the best I can do, declutter-wise, is languidly flip through a stack of magazines (they just keep accumulating!), and (later, when I'm feeling more mobile), stuff them into the recycling bin. Could be worse!
Monday: Well, now I have a higher fever and my ears hurt and my sinuses are killing me and blah blah blah. . . I'm a slugabed, drowsing and aching, and I finally have the time to read several random books that I "always meant to get around to" and, then, away they go to the give-away bag. . . makes for a very weird Labor Day weekend.
Tuesday: and I do the same today, more books and recuperating. . . after trying to accomplish undone stuff, which results in me feeling so wiped out. I am lucky to have the time to space out (and make more space, even if it's just in the bookcase)!
Wednesday: Hooray! I'm getting better, but I'm not particularly ambitious. So I put my head in the fridge (so refreshing!) and pull out old jam jars. Some of them, I'm not even sure what flavor they are - were - (no labels - what's up with that?!, an aroma that is sort of sharp-smelling, and a color that is not tasty-looking) - yuk! Some things are easy to toss!
Thursday: Upright, almost clear-headed, and full of ambition, I give the pantry a semi-thorough going-through. Who knew we had so many packets of unsweetened Kool-Aid? And. . . why? It feels good to have a neat pantry with no mysteries.
Goodbye to the flu, goodbye to more stuff!
xo, LD
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