Just One Housekeeping Rule
I don't know whether I've passed this one on before. But seriously, I only have one housekeeping rule. I come from a long maternal line of non-housekeepers. There was, and is, always something far, far better to do than clean a house which, come to think of it, is like an avaricious beast and will want cleaning again before you know it. Like a heroin addict.
I live by this: "A clean house is a sign of a wasted life." And let me tell you, I proudly carry this banner high.
But there are matters of hygiene and manoeverability and not wanting to be the feature of the week on Hoarders Unlimited, right?
So I pass along the tip that has saved me:
Entertain once a month.
That's all there's to it. It encourages the pickup of the creeping book pile, the re-shelving of shoes, a non-disgusting bathroom, table linens hauled out and milk put into jugs and kinda-matching cutlery on the table. And oh yes, uncovering the actual table underneath another book-pile and the clean casserole platters that weren't put away from the last monthly fiesta. And the knitting put back into the knitting basket. And the placing about, casual like, of the pots of wild flowers and candles and a bit of that nice incense from Free Tibet Now! and a review of some recipes.
I clean up so good.
And yes, lunch today was absolutely lovely with my friends. Three hours of it. And I used (adapted) recipes from two of my blog-buddies and a couple of my own.
I pass this splendid tip along to you. Free.
Reactive housekeeping in its finest hour.