The other day I was cleaning my very old bathroom door. I know it's old because it is put together with wooden dowels rather than nails (although I'm certain it was not originally a bathroom door and its paint has been stripped off).
I was doing what every normal Minnesotan (land of the clean and home of the disinfected) would do. I was cleaning the dusty and dirty mouldings with a toothbrush.
Then I had a go at my ancient shutters which I've been told are at least 300 years old.
Yep, a little elbow grease and I'll have this place looking like new. It's spring cleaning time!
Yesterday, I finally decided to buy a real piece of furniture...not just something I've found in the dumpster in order to make do. I absolutely must have some storage here and I hate things sitting out in the open collecting dust (back to that genetic Minnesota thing). I've searched everywhere for something small enough to fit up my winding stairs, practical enough to hold a bunch of
junk my valuable, personal belongings, and since I'm going to actually pay for it, something great looking and well made.
I found this. I chose it because it's beautifully crafted (fairly new but with a very old door and hardware) and its builder had done such an excellent job of making the entire piece look old....as in slightly dirty and dusty.
I think I'll just stop there. Does anybody else see the twisted irony in this situation?
Sometimes it's just good to take note of how ridiculous I can be.
I do think though, that I'll consider retiring my toothbrush and find something better to do.
Cinderella graphic provided by The Graphics Fairy