May 15, 2010 § 12 Comments
Trash, treasure or stick it on a piece of paper? I’m cleaning, sort of. And leaving my notebook open in case I have a writing attack, a thought, a whim, a worthy bit of paper scratching to do. And sticking things in it (yes, with glue!) only because I don’t want to throw something away. (such a combination of minimalism and shabby chic, we are in this house.)
(have always loved cartoons from the New Yorker; couldn’t throw this one away, but I am cleaning, honest, I am)
And you know you should be doing some housekeeping, as in tearing through the house with colorful cleaners, polish, rags and vigor. And then grocery shopping, you really love that, too, you really do.
But that’s not to say, if someone asked you to go to Macy’s (having an outrageous sale) or for a walk, because the grass and trees outside are outrageously gorgeous with the intermittent sun on them right now, between the wind and rain storms and tornado sirens, that is not to say that you wouldn’t gladly answer “yes.”
And probably take a picture on your walk, hoping for something.