I have been cleaning. Caught another episode of that show, "Hoarders" and immediately started pulling out garbage bags. I have TOO. MUCH. STUFF. I live in fear of becoming one of those poor individuals who cannot walk into their homes because of STUFF. I need to get rid of STUFF. This is a good time - while Scott is away - to dispose of both his and my caches.
We have a mammoth armoire that is filled to its rafters in quilts and sweaters and this:
My first original needlepoint pillow. It took me years to complete this petit point canvas. I tucked it away when the halls were being worked on, as there is an insidious white film covering every surface in this house. Ugh.
Note the Jack Russell hair - like a little porcupine, he spreads those nasties. Impossible to avoid!
The back of this pillow is faced with the deepest purple velvet - like an eggplant, freshly picked from the vine. It doesn't photograph well, so you'll have to take my word for it.
While I was dusting, I stopped to admire some old photographs. Here's a shot of Scott and myself taken nearly 6 years ago. I like it because it doesn't reflect my current weight issues. You know, that 25-30 pounds that mysteriously appeared one summer? And, like a bad houseguest, refuses to leave?
I should look at this photo more often - maybe it would inspire me to back off from the baking! Maybe not. One more old photo - this one of the lovely Hilary when she was a child. That little navy dress came from Laura Ashley and still remains one of my favorites.
I love her baggy stockings and her patent Mary Janes. What a sweet face.