I seem to be on a roll of doing things I don’t normally do, like actually sketching a piece of jewelry before I start making it, so I decided the bed skirt had to be washed Saturday, no ifs, ands or buts. The fact that I am not well enough, or strong enough, to do this did not deter me in the least.
First I had to remove everything from the floor of my room, including movable furniture and rugs, to give myself room. Then I stripped the bed, let out some of the air, and man-handled the top mattress up and over the lower bed-posts. Why didn’t I just let all the air out of my Select Comfort bed? Because it is just as much a pain in the ass to reassemble a deflated Select Comfort bed as it is to man-handle one if you are only moving it a few inches. Just not worth the effort.
While the washing machine is doing its thing, I use my old Rainbow vacuüm cleaner to nip up all the dust bunnies from under the bed, dresser and side tables, as well as behind them, and then I’m on to dusting all the Tiffany lamps, along the tops of the doors frames, picture frames, headboard, wrought iron work, and floor boards. Love my Rainbow. Then I decide to introduce the tile in the master bathroom, the master bedroom and the kitchen to my Floormate, and before I know it, I’ve totally flipped the calendar into Spring cleaning mode.
The tapestry bed skirt wants to curl along the bottom edges, so I have to press them by hand on top of the bed platform and let them air dry. All of the floor rugs get washed and laid out on the patio furniture for a quick air dry, too. All of the books I’ve already read are put back in the library, which leaves a stack of 17 still on the dresser. The daily faerie altar goes back on its rug in front of the windows, but the European pillows I had on either side are now where the hat boxes were next to the door and the gift-box supplies that were stashed behind them are being relocated. The ironing board holding the gift-boxing ribbons and sewing machine has also been removed and will be relocated, too; both are now in the dining room with two new storage boxes holding all the stock for my Etsy store. I put the hat boxes where the chair was, the giant faerie bear that sat on the chair now sits on the European pillows, and put the printer on top of the hat boxes, because the dogs never raised their legs on either the European pillows or the boxes, but nothing I tried stopped the boyos for long; those chair legs just begged to be pee’d on.
Now everything is perfectly, spotlessly clean from the waist down in three rooms of my house and I can hardly move from the effort! Even my butt muscles hurt, my head is still throbbing two days later, I could hardly keep my eyes open today, but happiness reigns in my wee little clean-loving heart.