|The new kitchen broom.|
I prefer an old-fashioned metal dust pan, how about you?
It seems I spent most of the weekend in the kitchen, rearranging and tidying, but in slow motion, like an Old Turtle.
Look what I've done with the space that formally held the giant black microwave oven: it's the perfect spot for my dinner dishes.
The microwave? It's downstairs in our laundry-room/pantry, on top of the upright freezer. MrBP wouldn't let me get rid of it permanently (he uses it to warm up leftovers). See, I can compromise.
I re-arranged my cookbooks.
|The dinner bell, forged in Lunenburg Nova Scotia.|
Christopher keeps threatening to buy the stone cottage across the street so he can hear the dinner bell.
I did lots of reading this weekend.
I started reading a really great book by Bobbi French.
She is so funny, I think you'd like her very much.
|"Finding Me in France" by Bobbi French.|
Without access to my regular closet I've had to pile up my clothes in outfit bundles: four for the week. I think if you are very hectic in the mornings this is a good strategy. Four is enough, you can repeat one of those outfits.
|Brora mohair skirt and cashmere jumper in "pine".|
Good thing I've re-arranged my cookbooks: I need to plan meals and go for groceries.
|Brora Hacking Jacket in "heathland", Brora wrap in "aubergine".|