chopping. washing the bathtub.
i really like to cook and clean vegetables.
yes... i agree, washing dishes and doing chores is like a meditation...
scrubbing the bottoms of cooking potsuntil they shine.
I love it!!! so pictures have so much soul
sweep for sure...
oh i love this!
Dear Cerre,I've disciplined myself to comment -normally-only once a week...would be an assault on my conscience to look at that picture of soaking whites and pass-up the opportunity to share my joy of soaking whites."CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS" ? 1986...Near my first apartment in the city of Paris, off the Blvd. St. Germain I discovered what I soon found-out was one of Paris's favorite Blanchisseries.The word alone...Divine, right?B L A N C H I S S E R I E could not walk past that place without feeling like I was living something very wonderful and special that I wanted to know. Did not have much of a budget at the time but, read a quote from a famous Parisian dandy of the time..." A gentleman never wears anything other than a white shirt after 6 p.m." Young and wanting to be on my favorite dandy's good side, I went on a strict diet of fresh Poilane bread as that establishment was also in the neighborhood. My french tutor was a devout Catholic. My graduation consisted of reciting "our Father" and "Hail Mary" to her family and their Abbe at a small ceremony in their private chapel. Being the seventh arrondissement this is not unusual as many Parisian aristocratic families still maintain these traditions.What she did not know and I never told was that the money was being put away so that I could go to Charvet on the Place Vendome and have some custom-made white cotton shirts so that I could join the Blanchisserie cult. I comissioned four white cotton shirts at Charvet that year. Looked after by our dear french ladies, I wore them for 25 years.Cerre, to this day I am devout to the Blanchisserie cult. My own home-grown version is called OXO.I've grown out of my dandy stage and these days prefer my white shirts just dried on a hanger+no pressing. Even for more formal wear..hand flatten a bit of the natural wrinkling+ we're good to go.The Parisian ladies have closed-down and I don't get over there much either.With clean, White cotton (+ linen for napkins only, too much work otherwise ) wrinkled, ironed, crumpled, being a bit of what could almost qualify as a fetish around this house, soaking whites is not just a ritual, a must..the results me great pleasure. Dream of an outdoor clothesline. No, I do not hire-out my services.
Vacuuming. I love it for some reason...maybe sucking things up all the new york dust is just a very satisfying feeling?
l love to tenderly water my indoor plants. G
beauty of everyday life
yah, i LUV to handwash my clothes in a large pail. when i lived in bangkok, i always handwashed my clothes in a pail. and then airdried on hangers in my balcony. they dried in 5 hours.
oh: handwashing in hotel basins. also, L: love billy and nick's sporting sails. thank you.
washing dishes and kneading bread.
Cooking is my meditation...and dishes ugh! I leave those for the Mister.
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