At any rate, we had some new friends over for a play date yesterday morning, and it's always nice to put your best foot forward with new friends and give the appearance that you run an orderly household as opposed to a shack that a band of gypsies is squatting in.
So I was making a mad rush around the first floor (
For several hours, the house was looking really nice. Very un-gypsy-like (no offense if you are a gypsy). It was nice to enjoy walking across the family room a few times before it was once again littered with a sea of half-nekkid Barbies.
It occurred to me that I very much like the look of my couch with just pillows and no pile of clothes. It's a very nice look. And so that brings me to explain why there is no recipe or fancy craft made of old forks or a fashion spread today. I am going to attack that pile of ironing and maybe watch Sixteen Candles while I do it.
It's funny how when I let my couch "breathe," I can breathe a little easier too.