It is with great reluctance that I present the spectacle of our dining room. Yes, this is a dining room. There’s a table under there somewhere. The last time I saw it was about a year ago, during the holidays. I wanted Eric and I to eat Thanksgiving dinner at that table, like civilized people. Plus, I have company coming the weekend after T-day, so the table MUST be found. Everyone understands living with chaos while we’re remodeling, and they say supportive things about how hard it must be … but at some point that excuse wears thin, and folks just think we’re slobs. Admit it … that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?
Before our centennial party in August, 2013, we hid all the junk in our spare room.
But when we launched the spare room makeover, all that stuff plus the room’s furniture migrated back to the dining room. If you compare today’s photos with one below from March, you can see subtle differences in strata and elevation. This mess is a living, breathing, thing. It has its own ecosystem, like a floating island in the Pacific.
We finished the spare room (I will write a reveal post soon), and the furniture went back in, but the rest of the flotsam has simply become part of the landscape. It’s amazing what I can look past. So for weeks now, I’ve been eyeing it and thinking strategic thoughts.
First I hung up all the coats that were protecting the chairs. They keep creeping back out of the closet, but I’m hoping they learn with repetition. No no! Bad coats! Hang up! Stay!!
Eric wrestled the metal filing cabinet (fetched from our storage unit and full of his mom’s papers) downstairs, and my old blue foot locker from college (full of … gosh, I don’t remember) to the attic. I sorted two boxes of cleaning supplies. Because we installed a dishwasher, we have only half the room under the kitchen sink that we used to. And it’s full. I put all the reasonably useful cleaning supplies in a crate in the base of Mother Hubbard.
The lesser-used stuff went downstairs, perhaps never to be seen again. (If you have clogged plumbing, I have 160 ounces of BioClean friendly bacteria who would love to meet you.)
Sometimes digging through boxes can make the drudgery worthwhile. I was thrilled to unpack my long-lost collection of vintage vases and find a favorite photo of my mom that went missing a few years ago.
But other times, reorganizing can be dangerous. After carrying a couple of glass lamps up to the attic’s hope-to-use-this-in-our-next-house graveyard, Eric asked if I’d heard him fall down the stairs! I was oblivious. He could have laid in a heap at the bottom for hours. His slipper slipped on the top step and he bump-de-bumped down the stairs on his hip, elbow, and shoulder—but he held on to those lamps! (Eric’s recovering nicely, and the lamps were unharmed.)
At last, the table appeared, to my immense relief. As I cooked, Eric cleaned. Thanksgiving dinner proceeded as planned. (If you look closely, you can see some crates still stacked at the right side of the photo. We still have work to do, but half of the boxes have been dispatched, and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.) This small feast is just for Eric and me, as all of our relatives live thousands of miles away.
Today I decided my hastily concocted centerpiece looked too skimpy, so, with help from Peggy and Checkers, I fluffed it out with more dried cuttings. Of course, now it’s so tall, I can’t see anyone seated on the other side! I fully expect a cat to pull it over in the middle of the night.
What I’m most thankful for
If you’ve read much of this blog, you know that none of our projects would happen without Eric’s amazing versatility and expertise. He’s the secret sauce that makes it all work. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be married to someone who shares my renovation passion and brings all my picky ideas to life. Eric’s birthday is near, and sometimes on, Thanksgiving Day, and because he loves pumpkin pie, I bake a birthday pie instead of a cake. Several years ago he gave me a set of leaf-shaped cookie cutters, so the pie has come to have a traditional leafy crust.
I’m also so thankful for you, my blog friends. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you’re sharing a fabulous and relaxing Thanksgiving weekend with the people you’re most thankful for!