Yesterday afternoon, I finished attaching all the egg cups in the cubby cabinet so that they were firmly in place. Always a good idea, but my impulse was fueled by the fact that I needed to move the entire cabinet so that I could get to the Christmas tree and ornaments that were stashed under the stairs. I had some sliders ready to go, but I was able to move the cabinet without them. I had planned on waiting for Don, but I usually end up plowing ahead on my own because I lack patience.
I opened the under stairs cupboard, dragged out the Christmas stuff and then realized that I had neglected to grab the outdoor cushions that I was going to stow under the stairs and I was trapped between the cabinet and the bathroom door and couldn’t get to them.
Ah well. They’re now crammed into the closet in the den. And that’s probably better because after I put everything back, I don’t want to have to move the cubby cabinet again for another year! It’s more than a bit nervous-making.
Because we live in such a small space, I had to figure out what to do with the potted plants that were on the bistro table. I think I came up with a good solution, but, as usual, every surface in this cottage is covered. That’s why I decorate so sparingly for the holidays. The little tree, a couple of little things here and there and the wreath on the front door. That’s it.
Our wee little tree, which is just fine nowadays.
Now I have to figure out what to get Don for Christmas and, even more difficult, come up with a list for me. Try as I might, I can’t think of anything!
Happy Friday.