MrS moved into this house following his divorce. He said he bought it thinking he was unlikely to marry again and truth be told, it is a very male house. All the furniture is leather or glass mixed with wood. As a redeveloped house it is painted entirely in magnolia with neutral carpet or Italian tiled flooring. When I first met him the only nod to soft furnishings was the 2 cushions on the sofa in the den.
Since I’ve moved in I’ve gradually moved more of my things in to the house, but they’ve been limited to personal items like clothes, shoes, photos and most recently some decorative objects ( I mean ornaments of course but that word just conjures up images of old china dogs and shepherdesses).
The loft and the under stair cupboard are stuffed to the gills with the sort of things that you don’t keep around the house but won’t throw away – photos, papers and kids’ stuff.
A few weeks ago I created a rogues’ gallery from some old and new photos which we will keep adding to it until we run out of room I guess.
This weekend I enlisted MasterS and MissS’s help to tackle the book case in our living room… I mentioned it to them a couple of weeks ago because many of the books belonged to their mother and MissS is a particularly voracious reader. I promised them I’d provide baked goods if they agreed to help and MasterS requested Key Lime Pie. The pie became a bargaining chip several times over this weekend, but it definitely worked with the bookcase.
MrS is not keen on decluttering, and sadly wasn’t so easily bribed, so to make it easier on him and make sure we didn’t exceed his attention span the three of us sorted piles of definite recycle, definite keep (for them) and what was left MrS had to go through and decide yay or nay. I haven’t mentioned on here that MrS’s first wife died 11 years ago when the children were 7, 9 and 11, so it was really important that all three of them made sure that anything that shouldn’t be recycled wasn’t. MissS had quite a pile of “keeps” at the end as there were many classic novels on the shelves. Their mum read History at university and there were several historical texts but none of us were too keen on reading those so they went on the charity pile.
MrS’s pile comprised sports and music autobiographies, cookery books, travel books, joke books and chemistry text books.
In amongst it all were these gems:
A book presented to MrS when he was 9...
A recipe book specifically about corn. Yes, corn.
And finally, this little marvel, from 1972...
Next weekend we are tackling the understair cupboard with the help of Hummingbird Bakery Marshmallow and Peanut Butter Bars...