tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post4949277872327170570..comments2023-08-29T09:03:19.065-05:00Comments on Just Another Jenny: To Be A HousewifeJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13472686909226073213noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-21789334929223061012014-12-07T15:03:26.279-06:002014-12-07T15:03:26.279-06:00I can also fold a fitted sheet! I have random tale...I can also fold a fitted sheet! I have random talents. :)<br /><br />My two biggest issues with housekeeping are related: perfectionism and inefficiency. I don't have the skill or practice to do any given task with any efficiency, but I have definite ideas about what standard should be kept. The result is usually that it takes me four times as long as a sane person to do anything and I'm still unhappy with the result because standards. Maybe one day I'll gain the skills to function at home without being hamstrung. <br /><br />I plan on Youtubing the heck out of knife videos if I ever get to be the household cook. Ten or twenty minutes is not a reasonable amount of time to spend chopping an onion.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13472686909226073213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-30980115370710512082014-12-06T22:25:52.793-06:002014-12-06T22:25:52.793-06:00I learned to cook because I like food. I never le...I learned to cook because I like food. I never learned to sew properly except as needed -- I can hand-hem pants or curtains, sew on a button, etc. -- but in the age of Youtube, why should we feel sheepish? If we want to know how to fold a fitted sheet or separate eggs there are videos to show us how. bearinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07953735060133330755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-74915736328892189822014-12-05T22:04:54.008-06:002014-12-05T22:04:54.008-06:00Reading through all these blog posts, I've rea...Reading through all these blog posts, I've realized how lucky I was. Even though my mom worked full time, she passed on many of those skills. She knew how to sew and liked to cook and bought me a cookbook when I was six or so and I worked my way through it making the things I thought looked interesting. I remember cooking some beef dish at the stove when I was short enough to need to stand on a stool to reach the stove. I learned to sew enough to know how to use a sewing machine and to sew on a button. I remember my mom making me a Halloween costume. Just a simple white robe for an Egyptian princess costume, but she pulled out the sewing machine to do it. She took home ec in high school, she always felt guilty about how our house wasn't always neat and beautiful, but it was only messy never dirty. I remember having cleaning days when I was little, Saturdays when my parents did all the cleaning. I remember polishing the coffee table with Pledge on an old cloth diaper and emptying trash cans. And when I was older I took over vacuuming and dusting and I scrubbed the bath tub. I don't remember being made to do those things but wanting to do them. I was the one who made my younger brothers and sister do chores because I wanted a tidy house and felt they all needed to do their fair share. When I was in high school I did more housekeeping than my mom did and while she ran errands on Saturdays and my dad worked his second job at the Catholic bookstore my parents owned I bullied everyone else into cleaning the house. And got paid for doing so--both the babysitting and the house cleaning. I think the biggest struggle for me has been trying to figure out how to keep everything up to my own internal standards of clean while dealing with babies and toddlers underfoot. Things are never really clean to my satisfaction and I go through periods of just giving up in despair and letting everything go to hell because it's just too much to deal with. My hoarding tendencies don't help in maintaining a tidy house with seven people living in it. I know how to sew on a button and do it pretty well, but I still have a pile of Dom's pants that just need a button that have been sitting there for years while I do everything but. Sewing on buttons is boring or something. I have a mental block when it comes to mending though I used to adore mending clothes when I was in high school and college.Melanie Bettinellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114noreply@blogger.com