I am expecting a package. Anxiously. It’s my new steam mop. I can’t wait for it to get here! I have been wanting one for ages and FINALLY I took the plunge and ordered one after doing tons of research. Sadly, stalking every single vehicle that passes anywhere within a block of my house is not where the obsession ends. I have been cleaning in anticipation. I fully recognize that it is silly to be treating this newest member of my home like an actual guest, but I can’t help it. I have wanted one for oh-so-forever.
I’m also thinking about rearranging my living room and family room so that I can dedicate a space to crafting. (Also because I hate the wall-o-dvds that greets people as the walk in. Ugh.) And don’t worry, I hear you asking, “How are these two topics related?” Because, dear reader, what better time to rearrange furniture than when you have a brand spanking new cleaning utensil and a bad, bad case of the SCF. (That’s Spring Cleaning Fever, by the way.) As if that’s not enough, I am also shopping for new living room furniture. Because I hate mine. Hate it. It is the most uncomfortable furniture ever. EVER.
Off to peruse Ikea and daydream til I make a final decision.
Or maybe get the sewing machine out and make something.
Or maybe finish up the never-ending kitchen towel I am knitting. (Seed stitch gets really old after 24″. Just FYI.)