One of my all time favorite movies is "Mommie Dearest". Forgetting all of the emotional and physical trauma that she inflicted on those around her, I watch in fascination as Joan Crawford cleans everything in her path to within an inch of its life. And, she does this while wearing high heals and shoulder pads.Stewey has decided that the best way to spend his summer is napping in a little patch of sunshine, so I'll leave you with my Annie Liebowitz-ish contribution of the day:
Whenever Aunt Chrissy and I attempt yard work, we invariably call each other that evening and start the conversation with "Well, I just Joan Crawforded the bushes out front". (You need to remember the infamous rose garden scene here in which Joan yells (quite dramatically, by the way)...."CHRISTINA! Bring me the ax!", and then she proceeds to hack away at a ten foot tree.)
Anywhoose, I thought of Ms. Crawford yesterday as I sprinkled the Comet Cleanser all over my bathroom and then proceeded to scrub and scrub and scrub until the shine on the faucets was blinding. And when Stewey was silly enough to poke his head in to see what the hell I was up to, I said "Stewey, Mommie's not mad at you....she's mad at the DIRT!", much like Joan did when she inspected the living room and discovered that the maid had not moved the potted palm.
Please don't ask me to explain why I am in this hyper-diligent mode of taking my house apart. I'm trying not to think about it too much so that I don't scare away whatever it is that's making me motivated. If this keeps up, I might actually get the entire house done before dropping dead in a sweaty pile of mess.
I am stitching a little in the evenings. I started "Blooming with Inspiration" by Blue Ribbon Designs a few days ago and am really enjoying it. I am leaving blank areas in each section on purpose so that I can tart this thing up with a ton of beads once I've finished stitching it. Methinks I'm channeling the "Joyful Summer" piece that I did last year.