Using everything up. Two not great old bags of coffee beans made one nice jar of ground coffee once they went through our grinder.
Homemade pizza on Saturday and Sunday.
Finally organising our photos and developing a system to manage the thousands of images we’ve accumulated over the years.
Getting myriad small jobs done once we actually decided to get started.
Drawers with nothing in them. Always nice to have extra space.
Since I moved out of home, my beds have always had white bedlinen. Some of it was whatever was the cheapest cotton option I could afford at the time, some of it is Fancy Bedlinen from Fancy Brand Names. I love the simplicity of it, and the fact that even if the shades and textures are slightly different it still looks co-ordinated and crisp.
These bundles are all the bedlinen we own which fits our fabulous king size bed, excepting the set currently on the bed. There is too much of it, far too much. Some of it is getting worn and yellow. Some of it doesn’t feel quite as nice as it should.
One of my missions for the next month is to work through this pile and reduce it to exactly what we need. We don’t need nearly 30 pillowcases, for example, and for some reason we have twice as many fitted sheets as flat sheets. We left one particularly well loved white duvet cover behind in France. Just because we have the space doesn’t mean we should keep everything.
The main thing holding me back from letting a good proportion of this excess go it that I’m not quite sure where it should go. The clothes recycling point in our area doesn’t take sheets. The zero waste Facebook group I’m in doesn’t have a lot of leads. There’s only so many cloth wipes we need, baby still in nappies notwithstanding. I’m sure someone has a use for well loved slightly yellow cotton sheets.
We had an amazing time in France. We love campsite holidays and this was our fifth one, so I feel like we have it down pat at this stage. We dropped our snobbery about boxed wine, for example, and embraced the challenge of drinking five litres of Bordeaux.
The only downside to a self catering holiday where we packed our car with everything we needed and more than one thing I know now we can live without is the Putting Away of the Stuff on returning home. Countless loads of laundry and ironing, organising space for the 150 bottles of wine we came home with and restoring some order to the house took the better part of a week.
It’s good to get away, it’s good to get home but it’s still a lot of work. 100% worth it though.
Sorting through the remains of the school year and planning more photobooks so we can recycle all this art guilt free. I adore the ones from Google photos I’ve ordered.
The glass backsplash we splurged on for our kitchen. It is beautiful and shiny and sleek and minimalist and I love it every time I look at it.
Holiday time on the way. France here we come (again).
This podcast episode. We don’t live in a small home but there’s always something to be gained from listening to how other people live their lives.
Eight weeks of maternity leave left. Going to focus on the joy of this and not the return to work.
…and I’ve been stopping to smell the roses, especially this one from our garden.
Along with the rose smelling, I’m getting through a gentle list of jobs and getting organised for our holiday next week. Whatever the psychology behind crossing things off a to do list is, it makes me more productive. Today’s jobs include sorting out a tiny mess in our sitting room and a much larger mess in my daughter’s room.
Another tidying festival, this time involving all the summer clothes I’ve held onto for year but now actively dislike. Time for a small summer capsule wardrobe.
New sockets and switches in our lovely new kitchen.
Letting go, of physical and mental stuff.
Summer holidays being less than three weeks away.
Enjoying last year’s sparkling wine and the memories it sparks. Things have certainly changed a lot in a year, mostly for the better.
One of the only things my husband really wanted in our new kitchen were quartz countertops. I was on the fence, mainly because they added 25% to the cost of our refurbishment and would delay completion because they had to be made to order. I’m happy to say he was 100% right. I love them, he loves them, they look amazing.
Having work surfaces again meant we were able to make pizza for the first time in many weeks. My husband makes amazing pizza dough and I make the tomato sauce. We had some leftover asparagus spears and these combined with some mozzarella cheese and a tin of anchovies made for a delicious lunch.
I have resolved to buy a pizza stone to cook pizza on, however, because scraping the remnants of cooked dough off various baking trays and roasting tins was no fun.