So today, instead, I thought I'd give you a Five Things Friday report on how we're Feathering the New Nest:
1. Our new Sleeper Sofa arrived, and we're so pleased with it. Its dark brown leather and simple, fairly classic shape look good against the wall covered by Ikea's Billy bookshelves, jammed full of my books. I've got the fiction alphabetised, and almost have the memoirs, poetry, reference, and academic stuff sorted as I want them, but the shelves do need tweaking yet. The opposite wall has more bookshelves, but creating a deep shelf for the TV has rendered some of the remaining shelves less useful.
2. Minor Problem currently on Back Burner. . . .At the moment those very shallow shelves are hosting a plethora of tchotchkes and mementoes -- having made it past last spring's culling, these artifacts are not ones I will chuck easily into a giveaway bin, but we haven't much display space here (so many windows -- great for light! not so great for shelving or even furniture placement). I suspect more culling will be the eventual answer, but honestly, I'm leery of doing too much now and regretting it later. Might be making a trip down to the storage room for now. . . .
3. The Eames chair we ordered before Christmas has arrived, and suits the space well to complete our seating for the "living room area." So much smaller than the big leather club chairs that served the function in our last place, but it's surprisingly comfortable and with a small footprint expands our guest seating so that six can sit easily for drinks or after dinner. (Two each in the leather love seats we brought with us; one in the Eames and another in a very comfortable leather swivel armchair we brought home before Christmas -- Important Note: Swivelling chairs are to grandkids as Catnip is to Cats. . . . only cats aren't as likely to have sticky hands, and no one minds much if catnip gets dirty. . .
|This one swivels. Toddler grandson thinks it's as good as a carousel!|
4. We're now searching for a rug that will (I hope!) integrate this seating, but I thought I'd use my two remaining numbers to wander outside onto the terrace. It's finally warmed up enough to imagine sitting outside -- that happy day is still weeks and weeks away, but easier to imagine when the ice and snow are gone. I'd like to make that winter dreaming even easier by planting some bulbs next fall so that next January we might find crocuses and daffodils spearing their greens upward. I also need to research the best winter-flowering fragrant shrub for a container on an elevated terrace -- keeping in mind, of course, that the space is limited and I can't immediately turn it into a jungle.
5. Another indoor project I'll mention before wandering back out to the terrace is one we've begun in the walk-through closet, dismantling the custom shelving, drawers, etc., I just couldn't stand the open cubbyholes, the obviously wasted space, the dust that settles on surfaces. So far, we've just taken out one unit, replacing it with two teak dressers we had in our old bedroom -- turns out that they stack very neatly, constituting something like a six-drawer highboy, very efficiently using the space. More on this project (and the accompanying trepidation) later.
For now, let me close, as I began, with an Avian reference. We're taking so much delight from the two bird feeders I bought just before Christmas. So far, we've had several flickers at the suet feeder, too many English sparrows at the seeds I scattered on the ground to introduce our new Bird Café to the neighbourhood, several song sparrows, a hummingbird looking for water, I suspect, a few crows who, just as well, haven't deigned to try our dainty dishes. We've been pleased this week to see several congregations of chickadees -- apparently, other birds will watch where chickadees feed and then check out the menu for themselves, so we're counting on good word-of-mouth.
Most delightful have been the bushtits. Some of you will laugh at the name, if you're not familiar with birder terminology (which, don't forget, also includes the blue-footed booby -- and many other tits, for that matter). But if you ever get up close to these fellows, you'll see their clown repertoire goes far beyond their label, and you'll be chuckling even more at their antics.
Having tried for the last half hour, without success, to upload a short video of the bush tits playing at our suet feeder, occasionally dipping into the dinner-bell seed tray, I'll have to leave you to imagine these feathered acrobats. Otherwise, my Five Things Friday will surely drag into Five Things Saturday, and then we have no alliteration. Oh dear!
Weekend plans? Or one or two or three or even Five Friday things of your own? Or any comment you care to share?