Seasonal Scrubbing...

cottage2 There must be at least three hundred reasons why doing a seasonal scrub in September is a terribly good idea and after nine years of talking you into this glorious festival of seasonal housework, I am pretty sure you know them all by now...

I do it because despite my dedication to my own routines, the puttery treats suggested in Housekeeping 365 and my general love of all things domestic, my house still takes on an air of neglect every once in a while and I know that if I don't take time out of my slightly mad schedule to hug it back to life, both the house and me will tumble into gloom and gloom is a something to be avoided at all costs, because even the most insensitive of souls recognizes a  depressed house when they are unfortunate enough to have to take tea in one...

If it is true that the house is a reflection of our souls, then it is essential that we make our homes peaceful and shiny: for isn't that how we most want to be? Peaceful and shiny? I know I do, but much of the time I feel demented and a little dusty and I am pretty sure that is how my house feels too...

So we scrub to offer ourselves fresh hope: we scrub so that we can say life doesn't always have to feel like this. Life can be lovely again, fresh and joyful - a blank canvas for all the seasonal delights we can throw at it!

Today I am starting the month long version of the scrub, so that I can pace myself better while I have a lot of family and work commitments. I started the procedure yesterday by pulling out all the nonsense that has accumulated under my reclaimed timber bed and nearly gave myself something of a coronary while sneezing and huffing and puffing my way through the shocking amount of fuzzy dust to be found in there. Soon I was insisting that the mattress be carted downstairs while I indulged in a thorough scrub, had Richard fix the slightly wobbly joints of the bed and wiped down the entire frame with tea-tree oil in case anything nasty fancied sleeping with me...

What started off as a small job, ended up taking almost all day as I sat looking astounded at all the little vintage bits of loveliness I had acquired over the Summer and summarily stuffed under my bed and forgotten about, and tried to explain to a visiting friend why we seemed to have a bed set up right in the centre of the living room while it was vacuumed and aired...

This then is the Seasonal Scrub: small jobs run away with themselves and turn all too quickly into mammoth tasks: but this I know for sure - come October I will be so very grateful that I didn't throw in the feather duster....

And you I think, will thank me too. Let's get scrubbing Darlings...x

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