I’m a putterer.
I’m always nesting, fluffing and puttering about the house, polishing, tweaking and moving things around. That’s my kind of fun! It is almost therapeutic. It is easier for me than painting a room or doing a big project, so it is something I can do whenever I need just a little pick me up.
I am still getting used to having a baker’s rack to play with in my dining room after the big switcheroo with the dresser that was previously in here (which is now in the family room, I’ll show you an update on that next week — I know I’ve left you hanging on a few projects — OK, more than a few. I’m scattered like that in real life too.).
What I have on the baker’s rack right now isn’t really much different than I had in February, but I did bring out a few more white dishes, I brought in some white pitchers when I took them off my mantel yesterday to update it for spring (of course! more on that later), I put the apples under the dome, and snuck in a happy bouquet — just because I was craving a wee bit of sunshine.
I could have changed my word on the chalkboard, but I didn’t because my chalk pen is not behaving.
Are you a putterer?
Flash back to 2007: What I love: Puttering