Last night I hosted a party and my house was pretty and festive and clean. There was candlelight and laughter, along with all manner of savory and sweet snacks and the traditional bubbly at midnight. I snuggled into bed at 2 am. Y-a-w-n!
|Happy New Year 2011!|
and thoroughly trashed my beautiful, clean house. Temporarily, I hope.
My dog, Jazz, was wondering what the heck was going on and couldn't resist poking his nose into a few things.
|"Whatcha doing, Mommy?"|
Although all looks calm, cool, and collected on the outside, lurking behind (and beneath) are pockets of chaos, like this
|Hall armoire=future wrapping station?|
|Master bedroom closet gives new meaning to "Christmas leftovers"|
|Pantry: packaged food on steroids?|