05 June 2012
A very very very fine house
OK, so whenever that was we were having this talk about how to be the most perfectest homemaker and have a lovely home that everyone thinks is so lovely. And there's the, "You never know when the Better Homes and Gardens photo crew might stop by, and who can really be happy if there's grub on the blinds?" camp, and there's the, "If your house looks like a Better Home and Garden and you spend the whole time wiping microinvertebrates off the fridge handle I'm too afraid to visit" camp. And then there's me and my resignation to a house that looks the way it looks (which I think would be something like, not terrible, not great) and an inability to care that much what anyone thinks about it.
But then I visited a house, and it was Cheryl's house, and we had such a nice day even though I brought six kids with me and it was raining and we didn't do anything fancy (except, oh yeah, listen to an unbelievable concert by Cheryl's kids and bum an organ lesson off the Kantor, who happened to be having a birthday the same day a bunch of hungry urchins showed up on his doorstep), and I was like, well what was so great about that anyway?
What was great is that Cheryl is a gracious lady and her husband is a kindly lord and her mother is an honorable matriarch and her children are polite and personable and generous and patient, not to mention that you've never met a more modest group of ridiculously gifted people. I honestly couldn't tell you if Cheryl dusted before we got there or wiped all the hair off the edge of her bathtub (although she probably did). I was too busy having fun, eating a nice lunch, and getting forgiven for all the barbarisms my children were committing* at Cheryl's house to notice.
I know this doesn't totally solve the housewife's dilemma of just how sinful it is not to get the clean laundry put away before you need the basket again, but I thought it was informative.
(PS, Cheryl--I put the Dr. Seuss book on top of the Europe puzzle. Gah!)
*What were they even thinking?