Doable? Perhaps Not...

So I told you I was going to work on the kitchen.  I tried. I lied. And this is the extent of "the freshening" downstairs.

This little game I've played...copycat...and one where I have failed miserably (no bread, jam, butter on the counter and certainly no white paint on the walls) has taught me more about myself. I can't show you the entire scene because the stuff from the counters and windowsills would show. If I cleared a lot of items, cute ones, too, I could have more the pared down, clean look of yesterday's kitchen. And I really, really like my stuff. And I really, really like color. Disclaimer: No, heaven's no! I am not redoing my kitchen. My sister is redoing hers. I'm helping her with ideas. 

(I'm really still in the sewing room folding material. I dig in and find a fabric that I had forgotten, which makes me think that I should make something instead. It's a case of the good angel on one shoulder and the red dude on the other. Oh my. The battles I have had. You can't imagine or can you?)

~Flag Day in the U.S.~

~Peonies and Irises~

That's right. That's all I've done on the ground floor besides keeping up with the dishes and the bathroom. The end. It's pathetic. Say, have you ever read Michele's tips for preserving cut flowers? You can find them *here.*

I turned the small pot of flowers on my deck into two pots because the geranium went beserk and really needed its own pot. Then I thought I'd put a chair on the little side deck so I could stare at the thermometer and by the heat of my gaze make it rise by a degree or two — at least to the 70s.

Then I visited Lorrie at Fabric Paper Thread, which was my undoing because I abandoned all work for taking pictures. Sigh. You can see what she did that inspired me so. I'm still working on it.

A happy weekend to you!