Didn't we just do laundry?? . . .
I was feeling momentarily apologetic. Which is unusual for me. But I got to thinking about it. . . .
You know those blogs that are about food? or about gardening? or painting furniture?
Truth be told, I do an awful lot of this. Laundry. Washing, folding, ironing, stacking, storing, admiring, messing it up, and starting all over again. Especially when I have people coming.
For years and years I did laundry every single day. For a family of seven children it's just what you do. From the moment you have a new baby, your day pretty much starts and ends in the laundry room. I don't have to tell you that blue jeans and mismatched socks don't have much romance about them. And I will leave it to your own imagination the amount of dirty wash a big family can produce in a week! But you might not believe it if I told you that washing and ironing can be quite romantic. . . .
Because I'm in the salad days of washing linens and hanging out at the clothesline. I'm out to pasture, and it's all about goldfinches and fresh air to me.
I saw some weight loss commercial while watching the Olympics that said it's not about what you lose when you excercise and eat right. It's about what you gain. Such a true way of looking at it.
My time at the washer, and over a hot iron is like that now. So little investment for such a huge return.
A little refinement. A lot of beauty. Yes, romance. And a sense of order in the world that seems trickier to come by with each passing day. . . .
Well, this room is ready.
It's the washrooms next.
I haven't figured out how to make cleaning those a pleasure yet!