I've been dealing with my miniscule linen cupboard: pitching things, reorganzing, discovering so-that's-where-the-stopper-is-for-the-hot-water-bottle, wondering why so many containers of cleaners have so little product left in them, and how I've accumulated all of those shampoos and conditioners.



Moving on to the bedroom dresser, do I really ever intend to wear that again and when did the dust bunnies move underneath the furniture and propagate?

I've started in on a whole-house clean, scour, pitch, give away, recycle extravaganza.

When I find my new(er) house, this little home needs to be ready to be put on the market, all pretty and sparkly clean. Note I said "when" not "if". My house hunt didn't didn't yield any results last year, so my eyes are peeled once again.



As I said, though, I'm taking a quick break. I may not be able to smell the roses (there is snow outside), but I can take a sniff of the grocery store tulips that I picked up Saturday evening. It's funny how one pretty spot can motivate a person to create some more.