Unbought Delicacies: Washing up

Monday, 5 March 2012

Washing up - again!

At last - a decent working replacement for those hirrible plastic scrubby things for pots and pans. Have been using one of these for just over a week now, and can't recommend them highly enough.The only downside is that they are imported from the Phillipines*, but from a small family, ethical , Fair Trade company. It goes soft and pliable in hot water and does a really good cleaning job. So - decent ethical washing up liquid**, hand knitted compostable cloths using scraps/charity shop ends etc and this for scrubbing. Think I've cracked it.

* - I have loofah seeds to try growing my own this year

** watch out for a really ranty post about Fairy Liquid coming up!!

5 comments:

Down by the sea said...: Where did you get them from? How much do they cost?
Sarah; 5 March 2012 at 19:10
MrsL said...: I bought mine at a small independent organic shop here in Dorset; I paid £1.29 each for them I know they're on Amazon a bit cheaper in a multi pack :)
x; 5 March 2012 at 19:25
mrsnesbitt said...: Will be light years before we get them ooop north!; 6 March 2012 at 00:17
Shropshire Girl said...: I would like to try those! How are they on burnt on bits?; 7 March 2012 at 11:52
MrsL said...: I leve any burnt stuff to soak overnight just with a wee squirt of Ecover. This scrubber will shift it fine next day.
:)

x; 7 March 2012 at 13:25

I have found such joy

I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things- old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

~ Grace Noll Crowell

Ideas for handmade gifts

Small knitteds - gloves, scarves, hot water bottle covers, hats, tea cosies, phone covers, little toys,,cushion covers, bags. Some of these can be felted/fulled for extra interest.
Edibles - chutneys and jams, pickles, nice teas in a vintage/retro tin, sweeties, toffees, mustard, home made wine and liqueurs, home dried fruits, ketchups.
For the home - trimmed tea towels, handknitted dishcloths, quilted wallhangings, small samplers, restored picture frames, pot pourri, lavender bags, covered coathangers, little scented bags for hanging on handles, framed photos of family,etc you've taken yourself, pincushion,needle book, scissor keeper, book of promises (eg babysitting, 1 hour's housework, the ironing, etc)
Bathtime - homemade soap, bath oils, bath salts, knitted washcloths, herbal bags for the bath, hand sewn toilet bags, trimmed hand towels, homemade lotions and potions packed in pretty jars and bottles.
For the garden - home saved seed in handmade decorated packets; homemade handcream, exfoliating soap, wheat bag for those digger's aches and pains!

Handmade books, personalised printed notepaper and envelopes.
Hamper of bits and bobs from the above lists, packed in a pretty lined basket.

I'll add some more as and when I think of them; These can be used all year round and easily tailored to the recipient - everyone loves a homemade gift. :)

Inspiring thoughts.............

I saw a man, an old Cilician, who occupied an acre or two of land that no one wanted.
A patch not worth the ploughing, unrewarding for flocks, unfit for vineyards;
he, however, by planting here and there among the scrub cabbages or white lilies and verbena and flimsy poppies, fancied himself a king in wealth, and coming home late in the evening, loaded his board with unbought delicacies.
Virgil

I had no theories to prove. I merely wanted to try living by my own hands, independently as far as possible from a system of division of labour in which the participant loses most of the pleasure of making and growing things for himself. I wanted to bring in my own fuel and smell its sweet smell as it burned in the hearth I had made. I wanted to grow my own food, or forage after it. In short I wanted to do as much as I could for myself, because I had already realised from partial experience the inexpressible joy of doing so.

Harlan Hubbard, Shantyboat: A River Way of Life

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Monday, 5 March 2012

Washing up - again!

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