– To wash and dry all the baskets I had gathered (some gifts, some found in Frank’s pile-of-stuff down the cellar…)
– To declutter my bedroom closet and organize all the seasonal stuff (sheets, towels, blankets…Summer stuff…) into the baskets.
– To display the baskets on the shelf Frank had built and label them.
Filled to the top and ready to label…
Ready to write content.
Later at night when me and my husband went to bed and while staring at the baskets:
Frank – “I feel like we’re spending the night at a beach cottage in Cape Cod… I’m only missing the sound of the ocean…”
Me – “I feel like I’m a guest in Martha Stewart’s guesthouse… I’m only missing the 500 dollars linens in this bed…”
We both laughed!!!