Yesterday
was one of the wednesdays i go over my grandmother's house to do some
things around the house for her. for those of you who know me here is
a reference to how clean my grandmother's place already is: as 'clean'
as you might think my house is, her house is twice as good. maybe 3
times as good. not a thing is out of place. what this translates too
is basically i end up dusting, sweeping or washing windows.
in
this case, i washed the inside and outside of her side door and screen
door and made sure the windows were perfectly streak free (she will
gently ask me the next time i see her if i could get just one more wee
corner if i miss a spot the last time). then we moved onto her linen
closet. the top two shelves she can't reach at all and she had me
remove every item and show it to her. she then decided if she wanted
to keep it or throw it away. if she was throwing it away, it was up
for grabs. i scored this antique oil lamp:
afterwards,
i dusted everything--and meticulously put everything back. i only
paused once or twice to drool over a few other things she had in there
but wasn't ready to throw out--especially pile of vintage embrodiery
patterns i saw in her sewing box!
