Some folks say Pinterest is a social media site that can hook you for hours, and I don't disagree. I occasionally find myself there, wading through picture upon picture of all sorts of things to dream about...and terrify Hon with if it involves me using tools. On occasion Facebook can do the same thing, and that's where this all began. Because of Rose.
A few days ago a gal I know who I'll call Rose, and may or may not actually possess that particular name, posted a picture of some window cleaner she found to work fabulously. Gave it a rave review. I read her post, looked out our window, re-read her post and then squinted while again looking out our window. The word "ick" came to mind. I keep a clean house, especially the kitchen. It's the windows I tend to ignore.
I thought about Rose's window cleaner post all weekend. All. Weekend. Even when I was in Louisville with Eldest at a pigeon show I thought about that window cleaner post. Okay, not so much that particular cleaner, but the fact that her windows were clean and mine were, well, ick. I decided to remedy that situation yesterday.
There I was, drinking my coffee at the counter, looking out the kitchen windows and thinking I suppose I should do something about those before it gets cold. You know, because of Rose and her window cleaning post. I finished my coffee and decided to get busy. After digging through the cleaning supply cabinet I found the window cleaner. Not the fabulous kind she raved about, but something that I knew would do the job.
I washed the windows over the kitchen sink inside and amazingly outside too, thanks to nifty windows that let me do it without having to go out. After I stepped back and admired my work, the sun shining brightly into the kitchen, I noticed that the windowsill could use a bit of a cleaning...because of Rose and her clean window post. I took everything off the windowsill, washed it off, then put everything back. As the sunlight streamed through the sparkly windows and bounced off the shiny clean windowsill I noticed the reflection on the appliances didn't look so nice any more...because of Rose and her clean window post. I decided to continue on and clean the appliances. After that I took a step back to admire the sunlight streaming through sparkly clean windows, bouncing off the shiny clean windowsill, ricocheting off the dazzling appliances, and then over to the other side of the kitchen to highlight those dirty windows. You guessed it, I then cleaned them...because of Rose and her clean window post.
After I cleaned the windows on the other side of the kitchen, admiring the sunlight streaming through sparkly windows on both sides of the kitchen, bouncing off clean windowsills and appliances, my eyes landed on the hutch and my grandmother's milk glass collection, all of which kind of looked sad because so many other things were sparkly clean...because of Rose and her clean window post. I dusted the hutch off, washed and dried the milk glass, set it all back and admired the view. It looked so nice, the sunlight streaming through sparkly windows, bouncing off clean windowsills, reflecting off dazzling appliances, a dust free hutch and grandma's gleaming milk glass....because of Rose and her clean window post.
As I continued my gaze around the kitchen my eyes stopped at the cabinets. They just looked sad because they hadn't been cleaned too. All I could do was press on...cleaning the cabinets so they, too, were sparkly clean...because of Rose and her clean window post.
At that point a good portion of the day was gone...me spending so much time in the kitchen and I wasn't even baking! I may or may not have still had my pajamas on. Eldest decided to have some fun and put his finger on a sparkly clean window *eek* and then proceed to tell me I missed a spot. He then found himself vacuuming the family room. After that he thought it would be funny to point to other sparkly clean windows and show me the spots I "missed." He cleaned the bathroom. Because he thought it would be fun to continue poking the bear, the kitchen floor was swept and the garbage was taken out.
By the time Hon got home I was stick a fork in me done. I ushered him into the kitchen to marvel at the sparkly clean windows. I dazzled him with the clean windowsills. I amazed him with the gleaming appliances. The cabinets in all their shining glory were also pointed out. If I had a white glove I'd have considered doing the glove test on the hutch and milk glass. I even talked to him about some ideas I had from a foray on Pinterest a while ago to make some pendant lights for the kitchen. I think that made him a bit nervous seeing as that will involve me using tools and electricity, but in the end I think it will be fabulous....because of Rose and her clean window post.
So there you have it folks. My usually clean kitchen is now cleaner than ever because of Rose and her magnificent clean window post. When I was getting ready for bed last night I mentally calculated how many windows and door windows I had left to clean. Twenty. *eek* Twenty to go. Well, since getting up this morning I cleaned a whopping three windows, the front door and it's storm door, none of which have led me off the rails and into other cleaning endeavors, but it's that much less to do. It seems nature's creatures are happy with the sparkly windows too, because since yesterday's clean-fest the outside of the kitchen windows are full of Asian Lady Beetles trying to find a way inside and messing them up with this stinky yellow substance they trail around, and a Golden Garden Spider has decided to take up residency in a new web complete with leaves sticking to it. . Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.