The Cross House
While I continue my trauma-induced obsessive cleaning frenzy of the Cross House, I ventured into the basement.
This level is pretty much spotless. I regularly vacuum every square inch, and even wipe down the tops of my four beloved pulse boilers.
But…but…one room has remained largely untouched since I purchased the house: Aladdin’s Cave.
This room is filled with shelving. And on this shelving rests countless bits for the house. There are columns and column capitals and trim and Lincrusta and exterior metal cornice bits and and hardware and old glass and porch spindles and redwood shingles. Oh my.
I did an emergency cleaning of the room a few months after buying the house but it has never had a deep clean. I mean, please don’t ask me to look behind/under the shelving. Please.
The other day, while beginning to effect some cleaning magic on the room, I noticed a tall, thin cardboard box. Its top had been opened but it was evident that its contents had never been disturbed. The box was addressed to the previous owner.
WHAT was in it????????