We might not have been doing much, house-wise, home-wise lately, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about things!
Right now, we have an old bathmat on the floor by the sink. Someone gave it to us for a wedding gift a year and a half ago. It’s seen better days. It’s a little greyed from frequent washings, from frequent wet feet stepping onto it from the shower. And now, it’s a little spotted, from frequent food spills, frequent dropped chopped vegetables, frequent splashed dish water. It’s not pleasant.
The other day, I told the Husband to just throw it out. I thought he’d grab the opportunity happily, but he hesitated. Is it possible that he enjoys the feeling of a rug under the feet while doing dishes as much as I do?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking a little bit about our options. These days, I’m fixating on braided rugs.
They remind me of my grandmother in this whimsical, nostalgic way. A good way. The above photo came from this post. There’s a tutorial there that, someday, I hope to find the time, the cheap bed sheets, and the talent to follow.
We have bedside tables from Ikea. We still like them. They’re wonderful. However, they’re our catch-alls, the concentration of our clutter. At the moment, one bedside table has about 5 candlesticks on it, two picture frames and one little tray — for the Husband’s watch. Mine has the alarm clock, the lamp, a candle, and a huge mirror. They’re a mess.
I would rather they look something like this: