depths of an aged cedar-lined wardrobe in a spare room. Which these clearly are not.
On the contrary, these are my worn and painted kitchen cabinet doors. I share them with you because this afternoon I partook in the age-old occupation of puttering. What is puttering, exactly? Glad you asked.
Puttering is a bit of this; a bit of that. In fact, when I engage myself in puttering I feel altogether rather Hobbit-like; quite homey and comfortable.
I puttered about this afternoon. Though these white painted cupboards were once quite crisp and shiny, they now show their use. I sprayed them all down with my plant-based cleanser and scrubbed with a sponge. Shined them up right good. (Yes, I've been reading a couple chapters of Amish fiction this afternoon as well. Wunderbar gut, isn't?) If you have ever read any Amish fiction, that will make perfect sense.
So what else did my specific sort of puttering involve? A trio of baskets of warm fluffy laundry to be folded, some email responses, general chick care and upkeep and a piece or three of chocolate birthday cake.
If what you are doing is not refreshing; you simply are not puttering. Take it slow, put all of the hurry and fuss out of your mind and enjoy the process. Now you're puttering.
Never puttered before? Give it a whirl this week! You'll be oh so glad you did.
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