I am a terrible housekeeper. I have been brought up in a pristine house where everything was in total order. That was my childhood. But it didn't rub off onto me, not now, not ever. I must be one of those very odd female creatures who have no domesticated gene in their blue blood. Blue of course, it's all royal in there. I cannot clean, I am a lousy cook... i.e. I never cook because I am not interested, it seems so much trouble to go through. My house though, is mostly in order and smells fresh thanks to my friend Brigitte (God thank you for making her come into my life). But there is just one thing which, sadly, unfortunately and strangely enough I excel in. That is Laundry with a capital L. Why? Because it's so easy, you jut dump things into a washing machine, pre-treat fabrics with the appropriate stain remover, take them out, hang them out to dry and iron them to perfection. Another thing which I am good at... ironing. And I never ironed anything before I left my mummy, but I just got tired out of shopping for mostly-Lycra-clothes. So I can iron.
And that makes me wonder what kind of woman I would have been at the turn of last century. Would I have been left a spinster (horrid word) because of my failing culinary abilities? Would that have ruined my chances of winning Mr. Darcy? But who cares, I wouldn't have gone hungry anyway. I would have lived on ice-cream, and if that hadn't been invented yet, I would have invented it myself.... to perfection, because the things I love I do to perfection. Would I have burned my bra and fought for equality? But I love bras, pretty pink and fiendish red, and intense purple and virgin white and seductive black. Let's go waaaayyyyy back. What would Mr. Cavemen have thought, after going to all the trouble of knocking me unconscious and dragging me back to his den, only to find out that his hunting prize was going to rot and that his guts would grumble? Who cares? BUT, would this ruin my chance of clinching Mr. Big forever? Hmmm probably not because he always dines out so that would be so much fun! You see times have changed, and thankfully, the undomesticated me still stands a chance in 2008. Because Shakespeare was a fortune teller..... "If music be the food of love, play on"'. It may be dated and cheesy. But that's exactly what I do.
And that makes me wonder what kind of woman I would have been at the turn of last century. Would I have been left a spinster (horrid word) because of my failing culinary abilities? Would that have ruined my chances of winning Mr. Darcy? But who cares, I wouldn't have gone hungry anyway. I would have lived on ice-cream, and if that hadn't been invented yet, I would have invented it myself.... to perfection, because the things I love I do to perfection. Would I have burned my bra and fought for equality? But I love bras, pretty pink and fiendish red, and intense purple and virgin white and seductive black. Let's go waaaayyyyy back. What would Mr. Cavemen have thought, after going to all the trouble of knocking me unconscious and dragging me back to his den, only to find out that his hunting prize was going to rot and that his guts would grumble? Who cares? BUT, would this ruin my chance of clinching Mr. Big forever? Hmmm probably not because he always dines out so that would be so much fun! You see times have changed, and thankfully, the undomesticated me still stands a chance in 2008. Because Shakespeare was a fortune teller..... "If music be the food of love, play on"'. It may be dated and cheesy. But that's exactly what I do.
