Friday, June 24, 2011


Have you ever noticed how one little thing can lead to another?  Of course you have; the majority of my readers are women!  If you are anything like me, you can start off doing a load of laundry and end up in Mexico! ;)  OK, small exaggeration, but I often find myself seriously off track of whatever I thought I would get done during any given time period.  Today, for instance...
I dropped the kids (all three of them!) off at summer school at 8:30.  

They are safely occupied for 3 glorious hours each weekday, and I try to use that time wisely.  Already by drop-off time, I had been knocked off of my original plan of cleaning and prepping for our weekend away by a phone call summons request invitation to have coffee with my mother instead.  I told her I could be there by about 8:40, but didn’t actually arrive until about 8:55 because I was further distracted by a rummage sale, where I found this.
29 inches wide, and 52 inches tall, it's solid oak.  Thank goodness there's no glass in those doors, because it already took three of us to get that puppy into my Vue, partly because I hadn’t totally unloaded my haul from rummaging yesterday (oops), and party because my real puppy was trying to make a break for it, since all the doors were open at once.  She’s not so little anymore.
So, I had coffee with Mom, and we talked for too long, and I got home about 10:20.  Oh, man!  Only an hour ‘til I had to go get those kids.  So of course I spent it cleaning and packing... NOT!
I went into the Porch of Peril, 

and pulled out the base of a vanity I’d been planning to redo for the girls’ room.  At that point, it was totally filthy, but still had the simple shape I remembered.  More importantly, it measured out to a workable base for the hutch, since my original planned piece did not.  There was a moment of panic, as I considered that I’ve been forbidden to bring any more “potential” to the PoP until I free some space.  

There’s also the offered bribe of new patio furniture if I will only clear out my stash, but that doesn’t seem to be going so well.
Once I moved my antique Singer treadle machine {For Sale!} out of the way, I hefted the vanity base into position and wasted used up another chunk of time wiping it down and then cleaning it thoroughly with Murphy’s Oil soap.  

Boy, I love the way that stuff smells.  Kinda clean, I guess.  :) A look at the clock, and I started to sweat about how the Rell I was gonna get that oak monstrosity up the three feet onto the base.  Too late!  11:25, and the kids dismiss at 11:30!  Craptastic!  Off I went...

to be continued...



Lynnette said...

Brian will K-I-L-L me, but how much for the Singer treadle machine. I'm DYING for one!

Jeanette, Library Assistant said...

you kill me 8-) But that was a nice find and the base is gorgeous!