Still, I have manged to get a few things done. Last night, I gathered up nearly all the clothing that lives on the floor between the bathroom and the bedroom, for example. The "pile" I like to call it. It's kind of a constant in my life. My ever-faithful pile. It's always with me. One of my many secret shames. And last night, I banished it. Or, most of it, anyway. This may be an omen of good, productive things to come.
(I sort of miss it, actually. Pile and me, we've been though a lot. Sigh.)
Anyway. In the absence of anything better, I thought I'd tell you about a project I've been thinking about for awhile now: my plate wall. You know me and my Goodwill addiction, right? This leads me to buy plates. Plates I don't need and won't use, in part because I'm also a bit OCD, and I prefer matching sets for actual use. So what happens is, I buy pretty one-off plates, don't use them, and end up hiding them in the basement. Another secret shame.
Solution? Plate wall.
I've got about 10 dishes currently laid out in preparation, but no hanging hardware. And I'm not sure yet about the display pattern. I think, for one thing, that I need more plates. I also think some of my favourites (a serving platter shaped like a rusty-brown maple leaf, for example) might have to be removed from the mix for it to work.
It's a more complicated process than expected, really.
I shall now post a number of inspirational plate wall photos. And eventually, I'll finish the darn thing and I'll post about that too. Cross your fingers for me, friends.