Spring cleaning

It has been a busy month since I posted last and while I think of you each day and want to share what I've been doing, it seems I'm stacking up my good intentions and doing little with them.  I'll try to catch up over the next few postings.

Spring cleaning, you ask?  Yes, I know it's not spring, but I'm in the mood.  In my "new life", splitting time about equally between NM and CA, I'm trying hard to make sure each trip to each home includes time for some special projects (read that: things I've long procrastinated on).  Since Roger's on travel for approximately 3 weeks, I'm using some of this time to knock some of those tasks off my NM list, beginning yesterday with my kitchen.

Since I love how some of you share your wonderful homes in your own postings, and in case I haven't done this before, I've decided to give you a peek at my kitchen (only a peek...it wasn't all photo-worthy today).  I have always dreamed of living in an old home and never had the opportunity, so when we built this home, I tried hard to make some of that happen here.  I have always loved antique kitchen utensils, and wanted a wood cook stove (which there wasn't room for along with the gas stove), so I chose a reproduction stove from Canada.  I found my sink for $40.00 in a junk store, and my pump for well water is one of my favorite scores...it is not a real pump, but functions as a regular faucet would if you lift the handle.  Years ago, someone who saw photos of our home in The New Straw Bale Home book by Catherine Wanek liked this pump so much it earned us a photo shoot and inclusion in an issue of Natural Home Magazine.  Who knew!!

Anyway, I digress.  Yesterday I took my beloved set of antique pots off the shelf and they are headed off to storage until I can find a better home for them.  After 20 years of use, I have decided to join the 21st century and bought brand new anodized aluminum cookware.  I also cleaned all the goo that accumulates off my antique ladles, and today my task is to clean out the old spices (some of which have been here for too many years to mention).  It feels good to do these things, and, as usual, I find that the pain of procrastination is much worse than the hour or two it takes to get these things done.

So, my friends, just why the heck do we do that to ourselves?  Anyone else have that problem?

PS  If you know someone interested in buying my antique pots, let me know, I'll make a sweet deal for the lot of them...there are six pots, four lids, and two of the pots fit together to function as a double boiler.  Sweet!