Saturday, 25 February 2012
Today is turning into a domestic day. The washing machine is on, the dishwasher too, and I'm contemplating the ironing (though may not get any further than that...). I've got the kitchen to clean, the floor to do. It's a never ending list. As soon as that floor is done, the cats will parade over it with muddy paws, or someone, usually me, will spill something, and it's away again. The clothes get worn, the dishes reused. It never ends.
Victorian ladies who sat on chaise longues and sewed had servants, of course. No wonder they could do intricate needlework. They were fed, watered, looked after and generally pampered. If I want to be pampered, I have to do it myself, and the best I can do right this minute is to head out for the studio. It's not tidy either, but at least I'll have fun in there...