This is it, the year of Living plain and simple.
I wrote a little post awhile back on my goals of reclaiming the lifestyle of another era.
So far so good, the garden is growing(big post on it’s progress this coming week.)
Making bread pretty faithfully…
However, I am finding that living plain and simple is much like Christmas, it does not arrive all neatly packaged with a ribbon and a bow.
It arrives with a diligent mindset, requires much effort and a Farmhouse sink.
Some of my best memories from childhood and well into adulthood with my own children took place around the kitchen sink.
I don’t recall now the style of the sink, but they all seemed to hold water and bubbles and that did the trick.
My farmhouse sink has become a comfort, a soothing reminder a gateway to the past.
My sink holds me accountable to reclaim what was and make it what is.
It is the Farmhouse sink that could.
I have washed four babies in four different homes, in four different kitchen sinks, all the while coaxing and singing to them.
Scrubbed and bleached daughters sneakers to get them back to their original white and maybe even added a little white shoe polish too…
Burnt pancakes, cookies and had leftovers that sat too long in the fridge, they all made their way to the sink, and the sink never sold me out.
Oh what the kitchen sink could tell, if it could speak.
Some of my favorite childhood memories are washing dishes with my Mom, while a cool Summer breeze gently kissed the gauzy white curtains.
She washed, I dried.
I broke some china.
Soon I had the nickname ” butterfingers.”
Bubbles rose in the hot steamy water, the air became dense and dewy just like we were in a sauna.
I was always in awe of how Mom could tolerate the hot temperature, her hands even turned bright pink.
Onward she chatted, while I listened and then I chatted and she listened.
Priceless time spent together and now I know that she gleaned all the information that she needed to know about me and my days.
I think that washing dishes by hand is therapeutic, in fact I am beginning to believe that those supposedly mundane tasks of long ago were actually beneficial to everyone.
There was all that time spent together while dishes were being washed, dried, put away.
Conversations, were had, that might not otherwise have taken place, and can you imagine actual eye to eye contact too…smile.
Remember how your Mom would say “now look me in the eye and tell me the truth.”
The eyes do not lie…but I bet a text message does…
It was not “wasted,” time washing dishes by hand, as some people may try to tell you nowadays.
But truly quality time together, no one was going anywhere until those dishes were done.
My Farmhouse sink is teaching me about many of things.
Just add soapy water, a well worn wash cloth and I promise you, your kitchen sink has something to tell you too.
Have a Fabulous Weekend~
Please Join Me~