Organizing for a day

Some goddesses are puzzled by this...like me...I finally got disgusted with digging through the drawer multiple times and not being able to find what I was looking for. You know the way it goes. You have one drawer that has several types of things in it so you always have to dig through it to find what you want.


So this entire  basket of clothing came out of a 4" deep drawer. That started out started out impossible to find anything

 With a few tools.

 Some cardboard and a little bit of time. About a half hour/s worth and no impact on my budget. I organized the snot out of it and ended up with this.


My kick ass new drawer!         From the Goddess of Organized shit you should all envy!

Puzzling pickiness...

Some goddesses are puzzled by this...like me...

Have you ever been driving down the highway and seen a semi that was hauling something that was so strange you couldn't figure out what it was?

I think they should be required to have signs on them so passing drivers know what they're seeing. Just a little note to tell you what the H*ll that thing on the back is! It wouldn't be hard.
R thinks I'm silly...but I hate not being able to figure things out.

As those of you who know me, know well. :)

And why does the hot water always go cold before the dishes are done? Doesn't matter, five dishes or 300. The wash water goes cold. (might be due to the fact that I sit down and let the dishes soak between loads. *grin*) Wish I could do the same with the oven! And I KNOW I'm the only one that can see (or wipe up) a drip in the fridge!


Then there's cooling bathwater...that one just is irritating. (Never mind that I take 2 hour tub baths and read...I must have to interrupt my book 20 times during a bath to warm it up!) And what's with the 5 bars of open soap in the tub? Do you have to be an adult to find the one (or other 4) that are already open? Let alone the 20 razors on the tub edge...stepping in you take your life in your hands! Think of all those little blades, jumping up, and attacking your legs all at once! Talk about getting nicked!

Of course, being a goddess, I can just lay back in my bubbles and ignore it all. NOT!

We won't talk about the state of toilets (but my dd is a godess send when she cleans it for me!) and the sink and mirror from spotted hell because my ds would never be caught with uncombed hair and a wash cloth in hand to clean up.

So many mundanely homey chores for a goddess to puzzle over... why does the bathroom seem to breed most of them? Next time, maybe we'll talk about pets.

love to you all from a bathing puzzled goddess

More than I ever wanted to know about potties...

Some goddesses are puzzled by this...like me...

Okay, yesterday I said I needed to stop writing and making comments about movies because I had some reading to do and needed to come up with a class for our SCA [Society for Creative Anachronism] meeting. Well, in the course of doing my research I discovered more about Medieval potties and cleanliness than I ever really wanted to know.

These subjects (at least the cleanliness) are/is covered very thoroughly in The Compleat Anachronist #136: Hygiene of the Middle Ages and Renaissance, Volume One: Personal Grooming and The Compleat Anachronist #136: Hygiene of the Middle Ages and Renaissance, Volume Two: Domestic Arrangements by Jennifer Heise

The goddess was illuminated about gongs and jakes and gongfermors (the people who cleaned out cesspits), and I visited all kinds of websites that discussed the subject. One even showed off a padded seat! This cesspit was actually cleaned out by a tradesman known as "Monsieur Fifi. "

I read discussions about cities painting religious signs on buildings to keep urinators away and hiring people to clean out the "pissing corners." (and I thought I had a problem with people missing!) But I just hate to admit we can't eliminate in the medieval manner...there's no place on our property that would put us a "bow's shot away." And there's no handy Mullein bush for that wiping thing.

I've yet to see any lids on any of these seats though...

Till next time from a puzzled goddess who likes 20th century bathrooms