Cleaning & Treasures

I started my spring cleaning a couple of weeks ago, focusing first on my kitchen cabinets. It's a daunting task to clean any room if you try to do the whole thing at once, so I work on one cabinet a day. This is my reusable containers and kitchen gadgets cabinet, which always ends up disordered with mismatched or missing lids or bottoms. I took everything out, wiped down the shelves, matched everything up, and then put it all back in a workable order.

Ditto with my cabinet of baking and cooking stuff -- these are all things I use a lot, some daily, so I keep them here by the stove instead of in the pantry closet. I also had a ton of expired specialty vinegars and oils my favorite person stored here from her apartment when she went off on her adventures around the world, so it was a good time to get rid of all that stuff.

Cleaning also turns up missing things. Last Christmas I went looking for this old-fashioned pottery cookie stamp that a friend gave me many years ago. At the time I couldn't find it, and made do with cookie cutters instead.

I really treasure this little thing, so I was glad I found it again. I'll have to use it to make some cookies for Valentine's Day.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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