I enjoy cleaning days because it makes me stop and look at things I normally walk past, glaze-eyed; I rediscover things I've forgotten, things that are sentimental, things that I just enjoy looking at, thinking about...
(The dangerous part about cleaning days, though, is that I have a split personality - one half collects things, likes looking at them, thinking about them...the other half wants to get rid of it all. In the past, when the "get rid of it all" personality took charge, I lost my diaries (ages 8 to 19), my collection of Liddle Kiddles, and my collectible dolls like Pebbles and Bam-Bam that would probably be worth something now. But, by golly, I still have almost all of my stuffed animals!)
Never mind all that...the point of this rambling is that, while sorting through a box of sheets this weekend, I came across this hand towel, a garage sale find. I had forgotten all about it and decided I needed to either find a place for it or get rid of it (I'm forcing the two sides to work together now...)
So I draped it on the window sill in the front bathroom...technically the "guest" bathroom.
Then, while dusting some bookshelves, I came across the Deputy Marshall badge. I have no idea where it came from, but I like it and decided it needed a more prominent place. I don't think any normal human being would put the two together, but for some reason the combination appeals to me...
Tom had fun cleaning, too. He discovered the cord that connected Tommy's guitar to the amplifier (it had disappeared, but somehow miraculously reappeared, the way things do when you have a houseful of kids...) Mostly he had fun making a really, annoying, high-pitched noise that triggered an annoyed, pinched, pleading, warning look on my face.
He is such a little boy sometimes.