For years I have been
meaning to take photos of our house here in Kansas City. The only ones I have
are shots of the empty rooms right before we moved in (and before we had
children). I am always planning to get out my camera in those rare moments when
the children aren’t around, but something always stops me. I am waiting, I
suppose, for the Perfect Moment when all the rooms are a.) clean, b.) toy-free,
and c.) “finished,” i.e. “decorated.” Considering my life right now (and my
lovely children) this “Perfect Moment” will never, ever, arrive.
Obviously.
But still, I should
really take pictures of my house. Because I love my house. And though it is
rarely perfectly clean and never perfectly neat, it has become, even in the few
short years we have lived here, a home: a place of rest, good fellowship, and
joy. It is filled with good food, good memories, beautiful and meaningful
things, and—most importantly—beautiful people (two of whom possess more tiny
plastic toys than I would have thought possible considering that their mother
doesn’t “believe” in plastic toys. But I digress).
Anyway, this Autumn I
decided to supply this lack of photos even as I undertake another major household
task: the Deep Clean.
For though I have a
(fairly) successful rhythm that keeps the house “reasonably” clean, I have
noticed that dust gathers in certain
unused corners, that there is grime on the baseboards, that vast and untold
riches lurk beneath the playroom sofa…
So now that Hattie goes
to “school” a couple of mornings a week I hope to undertake a thorough room by
room purge and clean. Then, once the room is “done,” I will take a picture—quickly,
before anyone builds a playmobile town under the table or grinds cracker into
the rug.
So stay tuned for the
first installment of my Deep Clean House Tour, scheduled for tomorrow!
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