For The Love Of Routine.

The balance to life?

I can't tell you exactly when it started but somehow I have fallen into a routine of washing dishes after almost every meal. Hand wash that is. It might sound silly to you and others might wonder why we haven't yet been lured by the ease of a dishwasher, but the ritual of taking care of a couple of dishes feels rather nice bordering on meditation.

Since my newfound love of dishes set in ( ! ) our kitchen doesn't feel right if a few dirty dishes are sunning themselves openly on the counter. Before it wouldn't have bothered me at all to see the ceramic motley crew taking over surfaces while daring me to touch them.

What changed? Well, a feeling of structure lends days depth and meaning and although this sounds dilly and extremely domesticated, it makes sense. In our constant quest for more we have forgotten the tranquility of domestic chores and have frowned upon being a mere housewife / homemaker yet at the same time we have saddled ourselves with two full time jobs, being a housewife after work, unpaid and not appreciated. How many women work a full 8 hours per day only to go home and to clock in for the next 4-6 hours? Is it any surprise that the divorce rate is so high?

One more positive aspect to being in touch with all of our dishes is to have realized that we mostly use the same three things at every meal. Why on earth do we have ten cups, twelve dinner plates, 30 or more pieces of cutlery and uncountable glasses when we only ever use one set? Crazy indeed.

Biggi