kitchen universe
Sometimes the only thing that makes sense to me is a clean kitchen. When things feel like they are spinning out of control. So much out of my hands. When my head is full up and I don’t know where to turn… I clean the kitchen. There’s something really comforting about the act of putting away dishes, wiping the counters clean, sweeping the floor and putting out new flowers from the garden. It’s a small thing that I can fix immediately. I don’t have a big kitchen and I don’t have a lot of stuff in it (enough dishes for the two of us, a few pots and pans, my beloved coffee brewer and not much else) so it feels manageable to me. I know what’s in my cupboards… nothing more than I need. Only what I use each day is out on the counter tops. And I can feel like there is some order in this messy life. There’s something that makes sense. Feels like I’ve been cleaning the kitchen a lot lately.
My hydrangeas are up, and they are oh-so-beautiful. Bursting clusters of pink blossoms. Dark green healthy leaves. If I were a grasshopper I would live in one. Maybe I should paint my studio pink.
Wanna come clean my kitchen? :)
I LOVE a clean kitchen!! More shiny surfaces to enjoy…
I always feel more “complete” when the house is clean. Right now I’m too busy to clean it and I’m feeling the chaos!
I completely agree. It is so theraputic to have a clean kitchen.
The picture of the flowers are beautiful.
what beautiful flowers…
very penelope :)
blessings to you cleaning living growing being soul.
I totally understand about the kitchen accomplishment …
love the hydrangea in the jar, lovely
Beautiful photo!
The canning jar vase, so very Indiana :)
Those hydrangeas are beautiful!! I have to agree there is something theraputic
about cleaning.
Check your mail today or tomorrow for the package I sent you…sorry it is late!
Oh I know what you mean…I actually enjoy cleaning house, too. Uncluttered house, uncluttered mind. I like your idea of moving into the pink hydrangeas! Then again, as a grasshopper you could have more than one home in different states, perhaps different countries. A pink hydrangea cottage, a green treetop penthouse…
hello grasshopper, i know exactly what you mean, and i’m a messy girl.
Thank you for your advice!
Anja
i can relate! a few years ago, i fell in love and bought a new home with a man with two teenage daughters, who lived with us half of each week.
prior to then, i had lived alone for 37 years.
the new chaos drove me batty…to the outer reaches of my sanity. cleaning my kitchen was
practically the only thing that got me through that first tough year.
thanks for sharing.
Simply beautiful, both the flowers and the kitchen-cleaning as therapy. I’m a fan of both!
Maybe you should paint your studio pink, but I also love the contrast of the flowers against that pretty grey-blue wall. (Loved that pic of the peonies, awhile back.)
I also agree. There’s really something to it – a little physical labor to “zen out” and you end up with a peaceful place that you can feel good about. I think that there’s something about cleaning also that works with our destructive and constructive desires all at once. Picking away at something is a natural urge, especially when one is restless or crabby. Cleaning the kitchen is a little destructive – you pull stuff out of the cabinet, tear apart the drawers, scrub off the dirt like you’re picking at peeling paint. Except at the end, you’ve created something positive and complete through this destruction – a clean kitchen.
And when, as an adolescent, my parents divorced, we knew that if we came home and the bathrooms were sparkling, that we should tip-toe that day.
“Sometimes the only thing that makes sense to me is a clean kitchen.” I love this so much – I can completely and totally relate to that sweet (and clean, organized) feeling. I love my little kitchen, too. :) Yesterday I bought a wee little vase at 826 Valencia & on my way up my stairs clipped off some fresh Jasmine… and it’s been keeping me company.