A couple of weeks ago I was sorting through various boxes of stuff in preparation for our garage sale. I had several boxes in my storage corner of the basement that haven't been unpacked since we moved last year and I couldn't remember what was in the boxes--so really, rather like Christmas to open them and find things I'd forgotten about! Or been searching for and couldn't find....like this, for instance:
Coincidentally, this morning I decided it was time to actually use one of the many, many patterns I've accumulated and felt the urge to make another apron. I recently picked up some of the retro/repro Simplicity patterns when they were on sale at Joann's:
Seeing Grandma's duster again reminded me of how meticulous she was in her housekeeping and how she took the time to teach me everyday household tasks--the correct way to make the bed (something she strongly felt had to be done on a daily basis), how to fold linens, how to peel potatoes, and all sorts of various little things that she thought a girl ought to know. I suspect she also feared that my mother, her daughter, wouldn't teach me these things, due to my mom's great lack of interest in housekeeping, cooking, etc. My grandma was a farm wife for many years and she knew the "right" way to run a household. If you do it the right way, running a household can certainly be a full-time job.
Recently I cleaned out my stash of thrifted fabrics and realized I have two complete sets of cloth napkins that I haven't used at all, so I decided we could start using cloth napkins--better for the environment AND cheaper than paper napkins. I've even been ironing the cloth napkins before folding them and putting them away. I can't help but think that Grandma would be really proud of me for that. She had a spare bedroom in the farmhouse solely devoted to ironing. Monday was wash day and on Tuesdays, she ironed. I don't have a dedicated ironing day and I'm sure I never will, but when I press those napkins (sometimes while wearing an apron--how domestic is that!)I know I'm doing something that would make my grandma happy--and in turn, thinking of her makes me happy, too. She's been gone for just over twenty years, but I remember the useful things she taught me and enjoy using things that belonged to her every day.