My mother used to tell the story that when, back in the spring of '63, I called her from college to tell her that John and I had decided to get married in November or December, she hung up the phone in a bit of a panic, thinking that she'd better start preparing.
For some reason, she decided to begin by moth proofing the closets right away. And, in her agitated state, it wasn't till she had sprayed several closets that she realized it was hair spray, not moth deterrent she was using.
John reminded me of this story yesterday when I began dragging dusty china and glassware out of a storage cabinet in the dining room. It's been unseasonably hot here and, though I should be getting more seeds in the garden, I have a miserable cold which, I tell myself, wouldn't be helped by sweating in the sun.
So I to look for things to do inside. Yesterday and today, when I wasn't blowing my nose, I've been washing seldom/never used china and glass and re-shelving it.
I haven't tried to moth proof anything yet. And Justin and Claui's wedding is probably a year away. But it's kind of fun to think that the same primal urge to Get Things In Order Before the Wedding that grabbed my mother almost fifty years ago seems to have grabbed me.
(These pictures have nothing to do with the post. But what could be more boring than a picture of a closet?)