Another Friday Night at the Little House With the Red Door

It's Friday night again...time to catch up on my niece's blog, write a few words here, and bond with my poor four cats who were left home all alone today. I did cover up all of the pins before I left, though, just to reassure me that Linus would still be breathing when I got home.

I am looking over at the kitchen table, the one Linus was decorating last Friday night, but he has moved on to one of the fluffy little cat beds from Publishers Clearing House, on the sectional. Now if I could operate my camera well enough to move photos onto this computer, I would show you all of these scenarios, but alas, I am still in study mode (together with no time).

Anyhow, since I covered up the still uncut pattern pieces of my orange fleece-knit- coat-to-be, Linus has lost interest. If you had to navigate through a tin foil box, dusting spray, a box of plastic wrap, a bowl of popcorn from last night, 2 vanilla wafers boxes, a pair of jeans, a washcloth, a box of Ritz crackers, a package of gluten-free noodles, a box of Shake- n- Bake, a 5 lb. bag of red potatoes AND a cookbook, you would think twice, too, before putting in the effort needed to satisfy pin-passion. "It's just not worth it," I can just hear him say, adding, "I'll just wait until she clears it off tomorrow when she finally does the dishes and needs a place to put them." (He has me figured out pretty well...very well, actually, when one considers his short stay in this little house).

And Teddy, the 15 or 16 pounder, with feet the size of a Great Dane, is reclining on a his hand knit, harvest yellow afghan that he swiped from the sectional last year. It wasn't even FINISHED when he took over making bread, and at the same time pulling bits of yarn out (with his teeth, obviously). Therefore, Teddy's afghan has no finishing extras such as a fringe, no loose ends woven in on the wrong side, etc., and is full of Teddy-teeth-holes, but he does love it. (Photo to be provided at a later date). Linus lasted just one afternoon on Teddy's afghan.....must not have had the aroma of "home."

Suddenly I am aware of the many projects in my little house that I have created over the past 19 years we have all lived here. Everyone has his/her place on the 3 piece sectional that I bought for $90 in a second hand furniture store in 1988. It was reupholstered nine years ago (by me, after a year's worth of studying), complete with a million staples, new foam and a complete rebuild. So it lives on, now clothed in a slipcover made out of indestructible outdoor fabric, blue and harvest gold gingham, and will no doubt outlive me. It just fits in this little house's little living room/music studio and is just big enough for one human and four felines to sit simultaneously and comfortably. This is about the 10th slipcover for my little sectional, but they have been easily affordable since I am a slipcover seamstress, as well as a music teacher.

The only thing I haven't learned how to do in this little house, is how to keep it clean and tidy. Maybe when I finally put up some photos of this cluttered little house, I will finally realize that I had better do some serious de-clutter study. But in the meantime, life, such as it is, goes on. And who cares anyway?