Enter my changed interiors. Yes, the changes are minor tweaks here and there. On the hall tree, we have the same dolls, but in the center are my Shaker boxes with the Shaker doll. I still love those hats and handbags…which I never use.
Here’s the vignette “before.” Actually, the lunchbox and firefighter doll were removed a while ago.
And over on the sofa table, here are a few tweaks:
And from another view:
From this perspective (above), you can see the dining area, and the two cupboards that were switched (on the left) a couple of months ago.
I love to redecorate, and when my budget will not permit new things, I just rearrange stuff. Sometimes it takes a few tries to get it just like I want it.
And sometimes, I am changing things up again within a few days.
In one of Mary Engelbreit’s books (and I’m not comparing myself to her!), she referred to her OCDD: Obsessive Compulsive Decorating Disorder, the constant reshuffling of the interiors.
I’ve definitely got that…and I also call it my Restless Syndrome.
Meanwhile, I keep adding books to my interiors, but mostly the print books I receive are review books, and my new purchases are downloaded onto Sparky, so space isn’t an issue.
Some of the review books remain on my shelves, while I collect older books for the box in the garage: the library collection drive box.
In the garage are bins, numerous and stacked on metal shelving. I plan to go through those someday soon…when it cools off, I tell myself.
Paperwork shredding and disposal of other stuff. Donations. Trash. Whatever.
This week I’ve downloaded three e-books: (so far!)
Leaves, by Michael Baron, has such a lovely setting and cover. Here are the opening lines of the blurb:
Welcome to Oldham, CT, a small town rich in Colonial heritage while being utterly contemporary. Situated along the Connecticut River Valley, Oldham bursts with color every fall, as the leaves on its trees evolve into an unmatched palette of scarlet, orange, purple, yellow, and bronze. For more than three decades, the Gold family has been a central part of Oldham in the fall, its Sugar Maple Inn a destination for “leaf-peepers” from all over the country, and its annual Halloween party a stirring way to punctuate the town’s most active month…
And then I bought Owen’s Daughter, by Jo-Ann Mapson, since I have loved some of her other books.
The blurb begins like this: It’s been years since Skye Elliot has seen her biological father. He left when she was twelve, breaking her heart, and her life hasn’t exactly been going uphill since. A drug user and alcoholic, Skye is given a choice after a car accident: jail or rehab. It takes eight months to get clean, but the day Skye is released, she has one plan: to be a good mother to her four-year-old daughter, Gracie. But first she has to find her.
And finally, an old favorite author, Jayne Ann Krentz, has a new book coming soon, but first I wanted to read River Road.
Blurb: It’s been thirteen years since Lucy Sheridan was in Summer River. The last time she visited her aunt Sara there, as a teenager, she’d been sent home suddenly after being dragged out of a wild party—by the guy she had a crush on, just to make it more embarrassing. Obviously Mason Fletcher—only a few years older but somehow a lot more of a grown-up—was the overprotective type who thought he had to come to her rescue.
Now, returning after her aunt’s fatal car accident, Lucy is learning there was more to the story than she realized at the time. Mason had saved her from a very nasty crime that night—and soon afterward, Tristan, the cold-blooded rich kid who’d targeted her, disappeared mysteriously, his body never found.
A lot has changed in thirteen years. Lucy now works for a private investigation firm as a forensic genealogist, while Mason has quit the police force to run a successful security firm with his brother—though he still knows his way around a wrench when he fills in at his uncle’s local hardware store. Even Summer River has changed, from a sleepy farm town into a trendy upscale spot in California’s wine country. But Mason is still a protector at heart, a serious (and seriously attractive) man. And when he and Lucy make a shocking discovery inside Sara’s house, and some of Tristan’s old friends start acting suspicious, Mason’s quietly fierce instincts kick into gear. He saved Lucy once, and he’ll save her again. But this time, she insists on playing a role in her own rescue. . . .
Do you get that restless feeling in the fall? In any other seasons? What do you do?