My "Fall Cleaning," which I so ambitiously began...in the fall...became, as days (and weeks and months) passed, the "Advent" deep clean, and now has become the "New Years" deep clean. If I don't post quickly it will soon become Spring Cleaning true and proper. In my defense, despite the lack of blog documentation, I did energetically pursue my deep cleaning throughout the Fall. And then Advent struck and Christmas and there was no time to blog. I love the Christmas season and its joyous traditions, religious wonder, family celebrations, friendly meetings, food. But I must admit that I am glad its all over.
Deep cleaning is a funny thing. In that it doesn't stick/stay. Already I am finding that the kitchen which received the treatment only a month ago, is almost in need of another scouring. Alas. And today we removed the Christmas tree, which scattered a million tiny pieces of itself in every room and (somehow) under every rug to ensure we will remember it fondly till...next Christmas.
Today's Deep Clean feature is Hattie's Room. The photos are already obsolete, having little to do with the post-Christmas reality of one thousand tiny plastic princesses and their furniture and accessories. Not to mention Hattie's expanded winter wardrobe courtesy of the Grandmothers. But the feeling and vision of the room remain: simple, whimsical, bright. Hattie's room with it's books, its comfortable chair, its southern exposure, remains one of my favorite rooms in the house. It was here that I nursed my first baby for whole days at a time while reading thousands of pages of Charles Dickens novels I somehow missed in nineteen years of formal education. It was here I paced back and forth with said baby in the middle of the night, staring out at the bright winter sky. It's a good place, always evolving and changing as my daughter grows.
Excuse the poor quality of these photos. I made a mistake somewhere in the editing process. And now both of my children are awake. So. Too late for extra edits.
Sources:
Wallpaper: Sanderson's "Finches"
Bed: antique. This was my mother's bed and mine as well. It shows its age but I love it.
Storage furniture: vintage
Glider: Pottery Barn
3 Bird Pictures: These pictures are by an Edinburgh artist. We bought three little images just before I found out I was pregnant with Hattie.
Deep cleaning is a funny thing. In that it doesn't stick/stay. Already I am finding that the kitchen which received the treatment only a month ago, is almost in need of another scouring. Alas. And today we removed the Christmas tree, which scattered a million tiny pieces of itself in every room and (somehow) under every rug to ensure we will remember it fondly till...next Christmas.
Today's Deep Clean feature is Hattie's Room. The photos are already obsolete, having little to do with the post-Christmas reality of one thousand tiny plastic princesses and their furniture and accessories. Not to mention Hattie's expanded winter wardrobe courtesy of the Grandmothers. But the feeling and vision of the room remain: simple, whimsical, bright. Hattie's room with it's books, its comfortable chair, its southern exposure, remains one of my favorite rooms in the house. It was here that I nursed my first baby for whole days at a time while reading thousands of pages of Charles Dickens novels I somehow missed in nineteen years of formal education. It was here I paced back and forth with said baby in the middle of the night, staring out at the bright winter sky. It's a good place, always evolving and changing as my daughter grows.
Excuse the poor quality of these photos. I made a mistake somewhere in the editing process. And now both of my children are awake. So. Too late for extra edits.
Sources:
Wallpaper: Sanderson's "Finches"
Bed: antique. This was my mother's bed and mine as well. It shows its age but I love it.
Storage furniture: vintage
Glider: Pottery Barn
3 Bird Pictures: These pictures are by an Edinburgh artist. We bought three little images just before I found out I was pregnant with Hattie.
