Housework Stuff

In some of my recent cyber wanderings I discovered that Stephen of "Home Comforts & Domestic Trivia" has me listed on his blogroll. Weird, huh? Cool, too.

This bloke has commented here just twice so while I am happy to see him visit I never would have imagined I would be on his blogroll. Never.

Not only that, but he is an aspiring domestic goddess (or domestic god as the case may be) and I am a domestic un-goddess.

I think I'm a domestic goddess when I get the laundry washed, dried and brought inside on the same day.

I think I am a domestic goddess when I can see the carpet through the dog hair.

I think I am the queen of domesticity if dessert is more inventive than ice cream.

Anyhow, in my quick squizz at Stephen's blog I noticed that he has a little knife fetish. Ah hah! Maybe I can aspire to domestic greatness after all because I, too, love a good knife. I don't have a lot of them, just one good set and a few of my very first knives rattling around in a drawer for picnics and holidays. I inevitably drool over the knives in the kitchen shops though and my kids can recite the fact that I would have bought "Global" knives if they had been the price then that they are now. (That's them in the picture, they were supposed to be alongside this paragraph but I just can't get it to work, the clock is ticking and I have to get up for work in the morning)

I also have a bit of "a thing" for glassware: platters, bowls, tumblers, stemmed glasses, vases.....

Then there's the collection of coffee mugs which I developed unintentionally but am kinda fond of. I wouldn't say that tablecloths make it into fetish territory but I can take a more than passing interest in them and would probably own many more than I do if it wasn't for the fact that the table is a difficult size.

Do you have a fetish? a domestic fetish that is? Do you, like Stephen, love to clean the fridge? Re-arrange furniture? Iron?