Yesterday we spent time putting things away in the attic. Our attic is accessed by pull-down stairs that fold up into the ceiling. Tyler has never been up there before. But he was intrigued, and went up to help. My job consisted of handing things up to Paul. We had boxed all of the Christmas decorations, but had not gotten to storing them. This included our tree. We also needed to put up a small wooden hutch, part of a play set that my dad made for us when we were kids (Ty uses the little stove as his end table; I sometimes use it as an extra tray table when I have ladies over for tea.) But the hutch is usually homed in Ty's closet, and we needed to clear a space for the "secret passageway" that will go between Ty's and Robert's (well, the guest room) closet.
It made me think about a decorative plate I have, one of a set of four that combines Victorian homes with cats! The name of one of the scenes is "Attic Afternoon". The four plates used to be in our old kitchen, on the wall that had weird paneling up so that upper cabinets could not be hung. Now that the shelf is removed (and languishing in the basement), the plates are sitting in the sideboard. I want to put the shelf up, maybe in the dining room, so I can put the plates out again.
See the plate below, although the attic pictured on the plate is so much lovelier than our rather utilitarian one. Oh well, Ty had fun, and our house is a little more organized.