Today's guest blogger is the lovely Penny Reeve. I hope her post will inspire you, as it has me, to see home making as an act of love. - Asta x
A book, a blog, a facebook page and a dishcloth. That’s what
it took to change my perspective on keeping house.
I used to see housework as a required but certainly never
enjoyable chore. When the husband ran out of underwear, visitors were imminent,
the mountain of clothes swallowed the lounge etc, I’d take a deep breath and
mutter my way to a fairly tidy equilibrium.
But the house keeping tasks I performed were done out of
necessity, not because I wanted to do them. I struggled to keep a standard of
cleanliness that I was happy with.
Some of this was direct a result of my life overseas. My
husband and I have served cross-culturally for several years of our married
life. Our last stint was in Nepal where we employed house help four days a
week. It was wonderful. Not only was I able to develop a wonderful relationship
with the woman who worked in our home, I could focus on learning language,
surviving with two young children and no baby wipes, and enjoying life in
another culture. But house work wise, I am humbled to admit it, I think I
cleaned our toilet maybe three? times during those five years. And I certainly
never dusted.
When our time in Nepal finished and we returned to Australia,
a strange thing happened. As part of the general upheaval of re-entry I
realised a cluttered, messy house made me stressed. I reacted to tension by
going on mad, tight-lipped, cleaning frenzies. But even with this new
motivation for keeping house (It’s the dishes or my sanity!) it was always me
against the chores, against the repeated slog, against the continual build up
of dust and stuff and clutter.
Then I found a book – Penelope Wilcock’s In Celebration of Simplicity and I read
it, a little bit a night, and felt as if my soul had found its home. Paring
down my life to the necessities allowed more room for the valued and important.
I began going through my home, one section at a time (careful to only act the zealot
on areas under my jurisdiction – ie not the toy cupboard. Not yet anyway...) I began
to sort. I thought about how our family lived and I made a pile of objects no
longer used or needed and I gave them away.
Next, I bumped into a link on Asta’s Facebook page (which
she shares with her friend Ellen Scott Grable): The Simple Living Challenge -
http://www.facebook.com/thesimplylivingchallenge that led me to another book:
Down to Earth by Rhonda Hetzel. This
book introduced me to an idea I’d never really considered before – that
housework could actually be ‘Home-Making’. Each and every task I did around the
space that was my home could become a deliberate act of love, AND a commitment
to a simple lifestyle. Then, in that same book, I found a pattern. A knitting
pattern. For a dishcloth.
Yes, laugh. That’s what I did when I first heard of a hand
knitted dishcloth. That’s what my mother did when I told her I was making one.
But I found that (other than actually being quite wonderful to use) sitting and
knitting my variegated aqua coloured dishcloth while relaxing in the evenings
put an entirely different slant on the way I viewed my role about the house.
Suddenly even doing the dishes, that awful chore – my most hated of all tasks –
became special. Became worthy of time and an offering of beauty.
Beauty is something I need – and it doesn’t have to be
extravagant or elegant beauty. In fact many people will enter my house and
wonder at the mismatched cushions and the apparently clashing decor. But I am committed
to redefining our house into a Home and I’m attempting to do it by sprinkling
time and love into everything I do.
Here are a few of the little changes I’ve made, things
several years ago I would have rolled my eyes at and dismissed. But that is how
changes go, little bit by little bit.
·
I’ve started knitting dishcloths. Some for me,
some for my mother – even if she did laugh at me!
·
I cut up old clothes I would have otherwise
thrown out and I now use them to mop up floor spills or dust really yucky
things.
·
I polish my sink. (Yes, my head is down and I am
a little shy about this one. It sounds so, well, anal. But it really does help
me feel less cluttered and makes dishes as a task for the children seem less
daunting.)
·
I’m using old fabric scraps to make unique
handmade thank-you cards, and I’m finishing some long stored cross-stitch kits
in preparation for distantly drawing birthdays.
·
I cut up an old T-shirt and crocheted it into an
oven mitt – okay the pattern needs some alterations, but I’m very pleased with
my first attempts. It saved me having to purchase a new one from the shops only
to find I didn’t like it.
·
I’m saving up, $2 by $2 for a pair of fair trade
shoes for myself. (This is a shift in my shoe buying mentality from ‘just go
get it’ to ‘plan and wait and buy with purpose’.)
·
I’m baking bread and cookies from scratch. It’s
actually very cheap therapy, fun to do with the toddler who is a challenge to
amuse at times, and receives lovely compliments from the bigger kids!
I know there are so many other areas I can look at and
change, but I don’t have to do it all at once. I feel like just recently I’ve
learned a different way of viewing home, a different way of loving the people
around me and I’m encouraged to keep learning. What about you? IS housework
tiresome, or is it becoming home-making? How do you manage the shift? I’d love
to read your stories/ideas/suggestions.
