Friday, April 7, 2017
Another problem is that, even having hauled a metric shot-ton of stuff over the past few months, I have a lot of stuff. Which also needs cleaning.
First world problems, I know. My house is too big, sigh. I have to clean it, sigh.
But still. I live in the first world, and occasionally I have to deal with its problems.
This past weekend I did a mother-daughter sewing workshop at the house (in the dining room) and thus,the house had to be cleaned.
So we cleaned. Mario tackled the powder room off the kitchen and I excavated the dining room. It was amazing how much stuff ended up in there that belonged in other rooms. Then we polished furniture and scared ourselves with the unfamiliar smell of lemon.
And now it's clean. It looks good, if I do say so. Sharing simply because it won't last and I want to remember it.