It's Been Awhile

Those of you who follow on IG know that right before Christmas, 

and I mean 7 days before Christmas, my entire upstairs was torn apart

as I had wood floors installed. I only waited 30 years. I LOVE them.

I've got everything back where I want it after another major purge. 

It may look almost the same, but it's not.

I have a rug down temporarily for Walter to lie on

 as the large upholstered chair is gone.

I'm getting a new fluffy bed for him this weekend. 

That wicker trunk you see under the half wall opens up to the left

 and right and raises up to lap height.

It stores all my years of patterns and ideas,

and also the new papers for my recent painting obsessions.

Before, all those things were down the hall in cupboard. Now

they are right at my fingertips.  

I love it. It was outdoor furniture from Target in 22.

Bought on clearance. 

I'm working on the walls near the apothecary 

and down the adjacent hallway to guest rooms. 

This is the only room that still has the most "stuff".

I've purged so much everywhere else, and continue to do so.

I'm determined to spend the majority of my time right here

for the foreseeable future.

The rest will be cuddled up with Walter and a good book.

And for those who wonder,

Yes, it is always this organized. I've been doing this 

kind of thing my entire life. You cannot imagine

 the amount of things that are stored in this tiny room, 

I miss all my blogger friends. 

IG has it's place but I delete more and more influencer accounts.

I never followed that many to begin with and only view maybe 25 

regularly anyway. There are several I only know from IG,

 and they inspire me, so I'll stay just for them.

So many women jumping on to make money, that's fine,

but they're all hawking the same products,

 and now copying each other DiYs with no credit to the 

orig postee if you can ever figure it out.

Their homes look indistinguishable from each others

as they're all given the same dang furniture and 

Amazon links. Don't get me started on AG1 and home 

food delivery...hehe

Some will say it's my age, but I don't think so.

This constant need to scroll endlessly is well...

enough said by me..

"Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride"

2024 could well be the last year that we view as the year that 

changed it all. 

Hold tight to your loved ones.

I'm hoping to make it at least to 85.

If I see the kids as I do now, about 3-4 times a year,

that means I'll see them at a maximum just 60 more times.

Hard realizations.

Pray for Peace.

Z