Cleaning


Cleaning chore day here at our house. My husband mowed the lawn while I cleaned the house. I deep cleaned the living room — sweeping, mopping, and straightening up. I redecorated the mantle with seashells from trips to the beach. Hard to believe summer is over.

 I love the living room with the original wood floors that have lasted a century and a half. The floor to ceiling windows are nice too. 

I first saw the living room when I first saw this 1880 house. It had a dead lady’s things in it, but Aunt Billy (I refer to her as Aunt Billy because that is how a neighbor introduced her and it stuck). I have her grey Royal typewriter that I bought from her nephew. Aunt Billy was a writer and a chain smoker. #typewriters #cleaning #oldhomes #historichomes #chores #seashells -#oceanmuse #nauticaltheme

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I am an arts educator, writer, poet, photographer, and mama. United Arts Council Artist in the Schools and Writer-in-Residence -- I am available to conduct workshops and residencies: Memoir, Writing, Poetry, Spoken Word, Poetry Slams. Contact me for more information. Also available for freelance writing and photography. I am also working on a historic food memoir: http://evanstoncommmunitykitchen.wordpress.com

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  1. Love that living room! Miss the days with you and the family in that space. And don’t fear, still one more month of summer to enjoy; even if the kiddies have gone back to school. Love, Sus

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