Day 27: Memories in the Kitchen

I think my cold morphed into a sinus infection. Forgive me if I’m brief and bypass my usual naval gazing, but there’s a bed and an icepack singing a siren song I can’t resist. Who am I kidding? Most of you are probably pumping your fist in the air in jubilation.

So help me if I’m not feeling better by the time you read this!

I cleaned out our coat closet last year, and it stayed that way until we sold our display cabinet. I had nowhere to put the items I displayed inside, so I pulled out their original packaging from the garage and stored them in the closet. Once we put up the bookshelves, everything once again had a place, but I never returned the boxes to the garage. I wanted to wait until everything there was organized.

When I started working on the gallery wall, I pulled out all my old frames I also had stored in the garage. They didn’t look right, so I went with new gold frames. I placed the old frames in the closet.

I pulled out all the frames and decided to use them in the kitchen, where I envisioned another wall of family pictures, this time food related.

You know, none of this was even in the plans for the day. What I wanted to do was frame a print I bought for the Mister for Christmas. It’s enormous. I’m not so good with determining size and spacing without a tape measure. Frankly, I’m lucky it fits the wall. I wouldn’t be surprised if it hadn’t. I’m that bad.

This is what the back wall of the kitchen looks like, sort of. Things are a little crazy with the dog leashes, tripod, and Mikey’s clipboard (he’s collecting subscriptions for his latest comic book series) thanks to the upheaval going on in the laundry room.

I picked through all the frames and kept what I would use that day. Those frames resting outside the closet are ones I plan to hang elsewhere in the house. I was holding onto so many frames I didn’t like simply because I felt I had to use them. I still struggle with the desire to keep my shopping mistakes–as if that means they don’t exist. When I saw how many mistakes I still had in the pile, I pushed myself to put them in the trunk of the car. They’re going to goodwill this weekend, along with several bags of clothing. You would think, after all this time, I wouldn’t fall prey to my mind’s rationalization, but I do.

I’m keeping the boxes in the closet until the garage gets organized. Trivia? 25% of two-car garage owners park at least one car outside due to things other than cars filling up the garage. Guilty! (Although I think our garage is 1.5-car in size.)

I made some progress on the kitchen wall, but was limited by a lack of pictures (they’re somewhere in my computer) and because, once again, work has resumed in the laundry room. When everything is said and done, I think the wall is going to look homey and welcoming. I’ll be sure to take pictures that don’t include photo-bombing appliances once I’m finished. The print will go to the left of the pocket door. I forgot to take a picture of it until the Mister finished for the day around 8:00pm.

Here’s a picture I took last night, right before the Mister moved everything back into the laundry room again. Fourth time he’s moved those machines. Not that I’m counting. I can’t! I’m too busy counting the days until October 31. Only four more days of 31 Days of William Morris!

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