Spring has sprung, de grass is riz,
I wonder where de boidies is?
Dey say the boid is on the wing, but dat’s absurd
I know the wing is on de boid.
If anyone knows where the poem originally came from, please tell me. I’ve got a feeling it’s a Marx Brothers one, but have nooo idea. 🙂
Where I am, we are having an unseasonably nice patch of weather. Sunny and gorgeous yesterday – even nicer today. Warm breeze, gentle sun, birds chirping. So…… spurred on by my ridiculous find at the library, I’m dragging myself around, trying to do a bit of a spring clean – see how well I’m doing? I’m back on the blog and I’m only halfway through.
The windows are open. Fresh sheets, clean floor, leggos and bionicles in their own storage solutions, dolls in their houses, bathroom about to be tackled. A mountain of papers organised, magazines thrown out. Soup on the stove. All is good. My painting studio is a disaster, but that will have to wait for another day…. Some of the larger stretchers need to go out to the shed – and that’s a whole day in itself. Any volunteers?
This book – it must be said – is one of the cruellest things I have ever done to myself. I used to be quite the entertainer. A good cook, and an enthusiastic one, a tidy house, fresh flowers once a week. Gentle industry, quiet time, enough sophistication to keep myself sane without being a complete wanker…
Now, the coffee table is covered in piles of books and unread magazines (ours and the kids). There are piles of toys in overflowing baskets in the living room, that are piled back in at the end of the day, but are not pretty. The kitchen has an almost permanent clothes-horse covered in washing drying, or an overflowing basket of clothes waiting to be folded. The amount of mail that comes in the house that must be sorted or filed leaves me gasping for breath, and while I relish the time spent with the kids, there are afternoons, mornings, whole days that the painting tugs at my sleeve and soul relentlessly.
The entertaining is done in my own house, these days, with my own family, and involves singing, stories, art projects, cooking, and building. The thought of having a large number of guests is as foreign to me as the idea of going out and having a regular haircut. This book, has whole chapters devoted to making guests feel comfortable in your home. With helpful suggestions like – check the temperature is suitable, as large numbers will affect airflow in the house. Leave empty tables for hostess gifts. Um what? Make sure there is enough seating. ……Will the floor do?
It is very pretty. It is very, very pretty, but it has to be enough to me to have our home clean at this point in our lives I guess, and I try to remember at regular intervals that the artist Margaret Olley (someone told me – so I hope it is true) used to do her ironing, by carefully laying it all on her favourite chair and sitting on it until it was needed.
And that sounds like good housekeeping advice to me. 😉