The Guddle

I am in a hopeless guddle, right now, this minute. There are tables all over the house, each with a function, each laden. I have rolls of fabric, and boxes of boxes, walls hung with hooks hung with useful things. I am outnumbered.

a rising tide of linen...

Only five more weeks before we have the space downstairs. I can’t wait, in fact I have been drawing tragic little elevations with captions like “my laundry”, showing a glowing, orderly space with nothing extraneous jammed in there. “Living room” contains only one table, one chair, and the wing chair. No. Thing. Else.

About Tricia Rose

Not distracted by shiny objects.
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4 Responses to The Guddle

  1. Gillianne says:

    Sounds like a vision of minimalist, functional heaven. Hang in there….

  2. tammy says:

    can’t wait for pictures.
    if you care to share.
    your word pictures are pretty fine though.
    you know i’ll love it! a minimalist’s dream.

  3. I think Guddle just became my new word ;)

  4. leslie says:

    love the word “guddle.”

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