Good morning! This is the mess I woke up to this morning:
I totally blame the cookies.
Ahhh, much better. Now I'm ready to make many more cookies. That, and lunch in a little while. Once the dishwasher is done, the cookie factory resumes.
Susan, Cardamom IS pricey, I say, go for the small containers. We're lucky to have store brands in .89 containers. Those are what rest in my spice drawer. Yes, they're alphabetized, because I hate hunting for certain spices.
When a little jar goes 'dry', I refill from the spice cabinet. Sometimes, when I'm in a hurry while cooking, this turns the air into a 'spice cloud'. Ha ha!
Am I in a hurry to finish up the kitchen? Yes and no. I'm not tiling or painting until AFTER all the cookies are baked and packaged. There's no need to worry about splots of paint or bits of tile in the sweets, I absolutely promise. :D In fact, I waited until this late in the month to begin, just to make sure I was over my cold. When it comes to germs, I don't believe in sharing the wealth.
Here is the living room. It currently gives me a bit of a panic attack over its messiness. There a big box of kitchen items to return after the finishing, a lot of stuff needs to go to the basement, and we need to put in the bathroom vanity counter. After that, we can peel wallpaper and paint in there, too.
This room is my refuge. When all the rest of the house has gone to heck in a handbasket, this is clean. Whew. I'd like to leave the wainscotting in the living room bare wood, but maybe paint the walls the same olive green.
Steph, I would 'smack' on the kid, but I don't think she reads my blog. Plus, I'm still very bitter over her not replying to an email of mine. So bitter, in fact, that I'm only giving her ONE hand-knitted present, and ONE tin of cookies. Wait. And a piece of jewelry like the one I gave you. Other than that, though, she gets nothing. Sort of. Probably. ;)