The lone Dutch iris-PL
Once
again, the celebration of Lent, Holy Week and Easter has passed. And our part
of the earth is abloom with plant life and with little girls and boys in new,
bright frocks. Worshippers took flowers to adorn the empty crosses in their
churches that went from stark black to rainbow bright.
Now,
women can wear white shoes, slacks and skirts—but only until Labor Day, you
understand. Fellows can pull out their white kid shoes or wingtips and their
straw hats. Teens can—where allowed—wear sleeveless shirts and shorts, and
collegians can wear…. whatever they can get by with, uh, whatever they want to.
I always
require a pretty good reason to really, really deep-clean the house—either
company, Christmas, or upholstery made dull by cats sleeping thereon. Noticing
that the sofa pillows were dingy compared to the skirt below, I determined to
wash those suckers before my company came last Saturday.
I’d
washed the velvet-looking throw pillows earlier, and after drying, the stuffing
went back in OK, and they zipped up fine. But, oh, the lint trap on the dryer!
While
the four much-larger seat covers—two from the sofa and two from the matching
loveseat—were washing and drying, I vacuumed the space underneath them. How
they got full of tiny pellets of who-knows-what is anyone’s guess. But how
could an advertisement—still in the envelope and meant to be delivered between
such-and-such a date in 2007—get down in the side?
The
next step took sheer grit and determination: how to get the slabs of foam--sided
with eiderdown-like material--back into the coverings. Not looking to bend if
possible, I took one pillow and cover at a time out to the porch swing.
Because
I had unzipped, then stripped the covers down like I used to do my toddler
children’s wet bathing suits, I figured they’d go back on the same way, except
backwards. With one arm/hand inside to guide the cover, and the other one
outside to pull up the fabric, and with lots of repetitive motions, the task
got done. Zipped up and everything. Proud, proud person I was, especially
when—upon placing the pillows where they belonged--they actually matched the
skirts of the two pieces.
Without
any badgering from me, the cats have not deigned to sit upon the clean seats. On
the back, yes. I cover the seats at night, though, just in case.
Back
to company, BFF Dot drove down from Beebe Saturday morning for the day. We
vowed earlier to try to spend at least some time together each month, and this
was the day. I had soup made, and cheese dip, but no dessert.
I’d
clipped a “Pumpkin cheese cake” recipe from the April issue of Arkansas Living
because I had every ingredient needed. So I cooked it!
“1
Graham cracker pie crust. FILLING: 1 1/2 packages of cream cheese (12 oz.),
softened.
1/2 cup sugar; 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice; 1 cup pure pumpkin; 1 egg. DIRECTIONS: Beat cream
cheese, sugar and spice on medium speed. Stir in pumpkin, add egg and mix until
blended. Pour into crust and bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes. Cool and
refrigerate for 3 hours or overnight.” Yummy!
5 comments:
Whew! I was worried about you getting those cushions back in the covers. You're like me. Company or a holiday is great incentive to do a little deeper cleaning.
I, too, was a little concerned about those cushions. Thanks for commenting.
Now you know why you don't tackle that job more often. And then we spent most of the day in the porch swing.
Yes, we did. And much more enjoyable than stuffing cushions there. Thanks for commenting.
According to my fashion sources, white is acceptable any time now:)
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