Conclusion: I don’t think I can let someone else clean my place. I worry when she uses steel wool to polish my chrome tea kettle. I cringe when I watch her put the footstool on the dish rack. I wrinkle up my nose at the moldy bathroom smell after all the cleaning. I redo the surfaces at the end of the 3 hour cleaning session. And there is still dust around. Maybe I’m just picky. Maybe I have an unreasonable aversion against germs. Maybe I just need to communicate what I want. But for now, I’ll strike off ‘hire cleaner’ from my resolutions list.
I take up my first sewing project in decades. I am surprised that I still remember how to thread the sewing machine--a bit like riding a bicycle--the movements indelibly ingrained. I can still sew a straight line. The Marimekko retro cushion covers are not perfect, but pretty decent. Yes, it does take me hours. I could have commissioned someone, but there is something satisfying about creating these covers. After all, this is what the Year of the Right Brain is all about. My next project? New curtains.
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