{Day 25}
I know this series is all about cooking for a crowd. But today’s topic has nothing to do with cooking, or the kitchen!
I mentioned the other day that I’d made arrangements to take some time off each week. As much as I’m enjoying so many things about this little cooking job, I’ve also been longing for a bit of “normal.” I’ve had a few days or part days off this past month, but many of them were still spent planning, prepping, or thinking about kitchen things.
Today, I didn’t do a single kitchen thing!
In fact, I just poured a pot of French vanilla coffee and propped my feet up by the cozy fire. Why don’t you plop yourself in that chair beside me, and I’ll tell you all about it…
I really had no plans for this big day off. I went to bed last night knowing I could sleep in as long as I wanted. (Bliss…!) Of course, I woke up fairly early anyway, but I enjoyed taking all the time I wanted to savor my morning coffee and catch up with my blogging friends.
Oh…what shall I do with this day??
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the house could use a little attention. The place where I lay my head to sleep looked like a tornado had hit it.
And the room where I go to relax each evening after a long day at work?…It didn’t seem so relaxing anymore…
(I was particularly fond of the Tim Horton’s bag on the floor…)
Once I started cleaning, one clean space made me long for more, so I just kept going. I wish I could say the WHOLE house is spic and span…but that didn’t quite happen.
However, I can now walk into my room without tripping over piles of clothes…
and all the Tim Horton’s bags have been removed from the living room!
All that dusting and vacuuming sparked my creativity, so I did a little redecorating, too. I added a few pops of color for winter.
A friend gave me those fun orange cushions that I’ve been loving, and I set some apples from our tree in a bowl.
I also finally found the top of the dining room table again…
…and added a few pops of red in there, too.
As a little girl, I loved “playing house.” I set up my pretend house in the sloped-ceiling closet of my bedroom and played for hours on end. I’d rearrange my doll clothes, redesign my mom’s high heels so I could clomp around in them, and make dough in my cardboard kitchen sink with flour and water. Oh, what fun it was!…
…Today felt just like that, only better!!:)
I didn’t clomp around in high heels, though. In fact, I savored every minute of being barefoot again. And…I didn’t even have to put my hair in a bun!!:)
