I feel a fire under my tush these days that includes wanderlust, a painting or drawing a week, new books, and new friends.
After a much-needed trip away from Baltimore, I returned with much need for decompression. Cleaning is strangely easier in the winter; I guess when it’s 15 degrees outside, all I want is to keep the indoors feeling fresh:
-3 loads of laundry
-sink full of dishes
-re-organized closet
-new paper organizer jawn for the studio
-coat rack to hold all the clothes I normally toss on the floor
-fixed the ole vacuum…
-because I have rugs that Charlie likes to eat
I lovelovelove my fresh white covers, but with Charlie getting his fur all over anything and everything he can, I tossed them in the wash in exchange for my old ones–magenta and chartreuse and orange–and my bedroom is suddenly a snuggly little cave.
