It felt to me like this January would never end. But it has!
It's time to change out the table and place mats. My pink flowers were ready for the transition. I made these a few years back out of fabric scraps.
My mother-in-law made this heart many years ago. She was a talented needle arts crafter.
Not everything is lovely, hearts and flowers, though. The Washington Energy Service man is here to figure out what's wrong with our furnace. He has narrowed it down to a thermostat issue. Progress seems to be going slow now. There might be issues. I left Tom in charge and escaped up stairs.
I have been looking around my house and trying to decide what to get rid of. I did this several years ago, but now need to do more. As we age, we think about how long we can stay in our home. Hopefully we have years yet. But when the time comes, we need to have less stuff to deal with.
I have been slowly cleaning kitchen cupboards, washing down the outsides. I washed all the stuff on the cookbook shelf yesterday and put it back. We had collected treasures on the soffits. Today we took down the last of them, I have washed off the dust, and we are in the process of deciding what to do with them.
These old cans came from Tom's grandparents store in East Olympia. I have offered them up to family members before donating them.I don't know if anyone would use a chaffing dish anymore. It was Tom's mothers. Jill might want the old flour sifter. Otherwise they go in the donation box.
These I'm keeping. The pot was made by a friend of my mother-in-law and was our first cookie jar. It has a story. The tole painted bowl came from my Aunt Alma, who was married to a Finn. It has special meaning too. I'm not sure if she painted it or it came from Finland.
The cookie jar pot has a chip in the lid.
Jill was about 18 months old when she insisted on helping herself to the cookies. "I do my by self!" she insisted as she slammed the lid back down on the pot.
That's my Jill.