Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Mrs Egeland's Adventures In Carpet Cleaning

Strictly speaking this isn't my recipe, I like the good 21st Century homemaker that I am googled it and found it somewhere else. However I did quadruple the measure and with a bucket and sponge scrub my large geometric patterned area rug, which though it has been cleaned regularly hasn't been white in about two years.
Here we have said rug under our old coffee table

Now I know most of you will have done these kinds of labours in the springtime, except this spring wasn't particularly healthy for me and the weather was horrendous, then summer came and we went to the south coast of Norway on holiday and well time, as it does, flowed by and left me hoping for some unseasonably good autumn weather to get this job done before the winter rains and snow settle in.

Thankfully, I was fortunate enough to get some, and while it doesn't bode well for environment or ozone layer, it quite answered this homemaker's prayer.

You will find the recipe and another more informative blog here. To increase this and use it as an all natural carpet shampoo, I turned all the teaspoons in to tablespoons and put in about a liter of water.

And so, armed with my bucket, my sponge and the aforementioned grubby area rug I sallied forth to behind the apartment building where I live, and blessed the 1960 something builders for having the sense to build a now fairly disused outside clothes line with concrete base. Where I unrolled the offending area rug and began to scrub.

Of course, it didn't occur to me that the bloomin' dickens would be twice the weight after I had scrubbed and rinsed it with four buckets of water, until I tried, in vain to hang the thing over the thick steel piping that holds the, now unused, clothes line.

However being the stubborn mule of a woman that I am, and refusing to give up, because I knew it wouldn't dry otherwise I rolled that sainted area rug up and bending with my knees hauled it over aforesaid piping; and so it hangs like a geometric burrito dripping for all it's worth and I pray that in a few hours when some of the water has dripped out it will be once again light enough to unroll.

I also pray fervently that the darned thing dries before the beginning of next week, when the weather forecast tells us this patch of dry sunny weather will return to Bergen's finest rainy season once more. Because if not, I will be kicking myself for thinking I could get this particular pesky job done this year!

Unfortunately the carpet was hiding a few coffee stains and sticky residues underneath so one job has brought me yet another, oh well, as I sigh in the customary resignation of homemakers everywhere, at least washing the floor won't be as strenuous as washing the forsaken area rug.

Until next time, my patient and long suffering readers,

Mrs Egeland

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Monday, June 06, 2016

Mrs Egeland Confesses: I'd Make A Lousy Fifties Housewife

Yes, readers it's true. I've come to accepted that I would have made an absolute pigs-ear of being a good housewife in the 1950's.

As much as I would love to live the lifestyle others have so bravely and dedicatedly taken on, living to as far as possible to the standards and social norms of that era I do not. As much as I admire the ways of life, the traditional stay at home wife role, the domestic goddess who always looked her best and kept her husband happy, in an age of patience and good manners, in a simpler time, I have come to accept that had I been born, had my personality been as it is today, I would have made a horrible housewife.

I am at heart an artist, a creative who will quite happily sit and paint rather than wash the floor. I can easily get zoned- out whilst writing or drawing and completely ignore the war zone of dirty dishes in the sink and the hoovering left undone.

A Woman Of My Era

I like my home to be tidy and clean, as do we all, but so long as there are plates to eat off and clothes to wear I can and will leave the chores until later to do something more enjoyable, more creative. I have more self-will than self-control and as much as I dream of the day when I will be able to stay on top of my laundry, ironing, cleaning schedule in a zen-like state, with perfectly coiffured hair, and manicured nails I know that in reality, that day, is far off and quite possibly will never arrive.

I am, it has to be said, a woman of my era. I work part-time, I find entertainment online and via my iPhone, I like using my free time to pamper myself and indulge in my passions. I am not as organized as I could be, not always on top of my chores, I expect my husband to do half of them, I don't bake as much as I'd like, although I cook daily, and as much as my little heart yearns for the pastimes of past times I find my knitting is always half done and my sewing is always waiting to be finished. Even this blog has, as you will have noticed, fallen by the wayside.

Without the modern conveniences of a dishwasher, a tumble dryer and a washing machine would I have to spend more time washing dishes and doing my laundry? No doubt I would, and that would require my spending more of my free time doing those things, but I doubt that it would make me more organized. Because at my core I am a creative, go-with-the-flow, spontaneous sprite who revels in writing fantasy novels and painting pictures of Vespas whilst listening to big band music and RPG soundtracks.