I look down and I see my wrinkles and rolls, stretch marks and blemishes. I see legs that are anything but tanned and an outfit devoid of style. I look up and I see their bright eyes and a beautiful smile. I see shoulders that hug and arms that hold. I see hairs that He…
It’s a race. We’re to run with perseverance. And that might mean throwing off everything that hinders us. We’re to run in such a way as to finish the race. And that might mean strict training. We’re to run a good race. And that means not letting anyone cut in and get us off course….
They talk on the radio of “domestic tranquility” and I laugh. There’s not much tranquil around here unless the children are in bed. I try to pick up, spruce up, do the dishes up, but often, despite my best race-around-as-soon-as-naptime-is-over efforts, I welcome him home to a very messy, crazy, noisy house. I hand him…
I ask her to pick up her room and she does anything but. She runs in from outside, fist full of flowers, “I picked this bouquet for you, Mommy!” “They’re beautiful, honey, but aren’t you supposed to be picking up your room?” She comes from the school table, “I drew all my letters!” “Good job,…
I keep trying to do and to be more and more. But I feel like I’m sinking, deeper and deeper. I reach for something else, holding on for dear life, hoping it will be the thing to keep me afloat, to lift me out of this mire. Yet its weight only pulls me deeper. But…
I love hanging laundry up on a line to dry. For the extra time it might take, standing out there in the open air, feeling the breeze on your face and hearing the birds sing is definitely worth it in my book! Besides, can anything beat the fresh smell of line-dried laundry? –Chantel Brankshire in…
It seems like laundry day always falls on a day full of so many other to-do’s. And the toys are a mess and the dishes need doing but if the laundry doesn’t get hung out in the morning it won’t be dry by dark on these short autumn days.
But isn’t it when we’re dirtiest that we’re most in need of washing?
The young woman had apparently been in the middle of a washing day, for she wore an apron, her sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and there were soapsuds on her hands. If she had had time to put on her good clothes (her best hat had imitation cherries on it) she would have…
I asked a few friends from around the globe to give us a glimpse of what laundry looks like in their corner of the world… Washboard in Belize “This is one of my favorite pictures from our travels. We were visiting our godchildren in Belize, and Phoebe wanted to help with the laundry. Prior to…
a guest post by Chantel Brankshire I have this thing for laundry. I’ve been doing laundry as my “main thing” since I was a girl at home. Sometimes I enjoy it more, and sometimes less. But it is always one of those things that feels homemakerishly good at the end of the day. I enjoy…
It may be true that many hands make light work but little hands in the laundry make for dark socks in the light loads and clothespins scattered everywhere.
On sunny days, I try to hang the diapers outside to dry…they get sun-bleached and smell so good when they come off the line. -Jessica Telian in “The obligatory cloth diaper post”
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