For The Love Of Laundry

I can’t believe it is already Friday…again. The days, they move with lightening speed. IMG_0357

Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is: LAUNDRY.

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When I first saw today’s prompt, I thought, laundry? Really? What is there to say about laundry?

Stinky clothes. Stained with mud and crud.

Piles of laundry…never ending mounds and pounds of clothes.

Ordinary, mundane, several times a week, laundry.

Have to get it done, not really a choice. A chore that I can do without thinking about it.

But, as I write this, something occurs to me.

Sometimes the greatest things can be found in the most simple and ordinary. (and no, I don’t mean finding change in jeans pockets…although that is a perk)

I am thankful for the family members that wear these clothes.

I am grateful that I have a washer and dryer and don’t have to lug all this mess to the Laund-O-Rama. (been there, done that)

After all, there is a story in my Mt. Washmore.

The story of our lives.

 

 

What Makes A Home?

Home

It’s different for everyone

Unique

Depending on the people that live there.

Here is a peek at what home means to me

The cats have taken a liking to my library. I took some laundry baskets and made HIS and HERS beds. Nikki (the calico, HER) loves her bed. Joe (the black and white HIM) lays in front of his bed. Go figure.

This is my inspiration board I keep at my desk. Yes, I saved the big block Hershey’s bar, paper. I’m inspired by chocolate…what can I say? I love the house decorated for Christmas and the iced tea recipes on the right. I have eclectic interests:)

“D” is for Dawn. Also Daring. Delirious and Dorky. No comment.

I collect Boyd’s.  I love the nostalgia of teddy bears.

I also collect antique pictures…the bottom one is of cotton pickers from the early 1900’s. (no relation) The top picture is of my great grandmother. People never smiled back then. I have no idea where I get my “camera ham” genes.

This is a picture my son created when he was six, in first grade art class. I have always loved this picture. It is a water color of wild flowers. I framed it and hung it in my library. It makes me happy.

Yes, okay…I collect antique books too. I know I have a running theme of all things old. I really do think I have an old soul. I’m not kidding.

I have a quirky thing going on for architectural salvage as art. My husband totally does not get this about me. He thinks I’m weird…I’m not here to debate that fact. I hung this piece on the wall over the fireplace mantle. Maybe I should say, my husband hung it….I “helped” him by telling him to move it a little to the left, um….now down a little….no, up on the right corner….tilt it….. Okay. Put it there. Are you sure? Yes. I’m going to put a hole in the wall. Are you positive. Yes. Sure? No. Let’s start over.

These are fake. I love sunflowers. I can’t grow them. The wind at our house beats them all down. At least fake ones don’t die. They just get dusty.

Enamel bowl. Cute, huh? Perfect for snacks.

This is what my laundry room looks like most of the time. Seriously, do we need clean bath towels? Can’t we all just air dry?

This is the view from my front porch this morning. Our neighbor is working very hard to plant, since we’ve had a string of days without rain.

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What things “make home” for you?

Time Change

Towels at my Other Gym

Image by davco9200 via Flickr

It’s a Monday morning…after yesterday’s time change. I know it is only an hour difference, but I feel like someone hit me over the head with a sledge hammer…and no, that didn’t really happen. I’d know if someone hit me with a hammer. I think. Unless, I was really sleeping hard. Then maybe not so much. Just sayin’.

Monday mornings. Are. Not. My. Thing.

I’ve decided that today is the day to wash all the towels and washcloths from the master bath. A large pile of white. Er…supposed to be blindingly white. Not so much right now. Sort of dirty white actually. That’s what I get for choosing all white for the bathroom.

Sigh.

I’m not letting this stop me from my daily Eurcharisteo. It’s hard to be a grouch if one is giving thanks.

* I have an abundant supply of towels and washcloths.
* A glass of ice cold tea.
* I have cold medicine to give a sick child.
* My children hugged me this morning.
* I emailed a friend.
* People that love me.
* I’m not alone in this world.
* The smell of a new candle.
* The llamas are out grazing this morning.
* The mud is drying up, from the wind.
* How I can silently glide around the house in my stocking feet.
* The cat going berserk this morning, that made me laugh.
* Lonnie dog as he looks at me with big, brown puppy dog eyes.
* A clean kitchen sink.
* Warm light.
* My husband told me that he loves me.

My heart is full. So is my washing machine. It is impossible to stay down when I count all the ways that God loves me.