Procrastination Diary

Very early this morning I woke to sounds that - for a few wonderful moments - I thought might mean nothing more than an expensive repair to my dishwasher.  There were poppings and scrapings and clinkings, as when metal collides, or glass (which is what...

Do you remember the cottage I visited last summer?  I wrote about that visit here, and also about a special chair that lives there.
Well, guess what?
It is now mine.

You know those lovely craft projects for organizing your front hall table or wall with a place for keys and mail and tissues and umbrellas and reusable shopping bags and so on?  Yeah, must be nice to have any space at all inside your front door.
Not that I'm complaining, much: for a while I had this crazy idea about moving to a bigger place in my neighbourhood and the open house tours revealed that I'm incredibly lucky even to have a closet there.  What was it with those 1940s builders?  Did...

Everybody wants to organize their space these days - whole magazines and stores dedicated completely to organization.  Remember when people had far too little to be bothered 'organizing' stuff?
(I do, because my house was built then.  Hence the need to organize stuff.)...