a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down

The apartment has been a disaster since I came back from my camping trip over the long weekend. I meant to tidy up on Thursday and then again on Saturday, but I ended up at folk fest (as evidenced by the photos posted below). It only took four episodes of Sex and the City, but this afternoon I put away all of my camping gear, did laundry, watered the plants, swept the floor, organized my overflowing closet and put away my camera equipment. Now all that is left is to unload the dishwasher. So why the photo? Umm, I don't really like to clean up the house. I like to congratulate myself for accomplishing these little tasks. I need a visual reminder that tidying up is not all that bad. I have no Mary Poppins to make cleaning up fun.

 

In other news, if I had the money I'd reupholster my couch. I've never been happy with it. I think it's too drab. It would probably be easier to just buy a new one, but money does not grow on trees. I'm happy just to have something to sit on.

Done