A house guest

Why is it when someone comes to stay at our home, I suddenly feel the need to tidy and rearrange? Thomas would be content to leave yesterday's wardrobe stuffed between the couch cushions. Me on the other hand, I run around like a maniac five minutes before people arrive. I get sweaty, exhausted and out of breath I'm in such a cyclonic frenzy.
We can live with our own mess for years, but it's only when a visitor is on their way that I decide we really shouldn't be living with dog hair dust bunnies billowing around the foyer. I not only vacuum, but for some reason I find new storage solutions. I suddenly decide my stuff looks cuter in baskets, and why didn't I ever move my orchids on to those odd shelves in the bathroom?
They look so pretty in there, and they might ACTUALLY get watered!

Reader Comments (1)
this looks really nice!!