|Mom's bottle was usually a |
BubbleUp bottle, since that
was cheaper than 7Up.
|There was always an old pop bottle|
in the fridge with a cap like this in
it for sprinkling the ironing.
What we do have though, even though it can't ever replace real, human, one-to-one contact, is social media, Tweeting and texting--and it's gone a long, long way in helping me feel like I have someone to eat toast with in my kitchen. I live in the heart of a University town, surrounded by 19 year old students and cranky, old mathematics fellows (professors), so it's not really fertile girlfriend ground. I've always been able to make friends easily and often through my workplace--hospitals and travel agencies were full of girlfriends and friendships blossomed quickly. After moving to Oxford though, it was hard to get used to not having that outlet for meeting friends, but as Henry Ford said, "Don't find fault, find a remedy." And I did.
|My neighbourhood has never proved to|
be a good place to meet new girlfriends.
Most days by 1pm Oxford time, my Twitter girlfriends back in the U.S. are just starting to stir and reach for their first cups of coffee. It's also the time I'm usually ironing or folding laundry, so Tweeting back and forth with them has made my kitchen far less lonely. Plus I have so much more in common with them than the crabby, old professors walking by my house. We're all kindred spirits, but we're also all connected by the common bond of being crazy, fully card-carrying fan-girls of Susan Branch. This means we have the common bond of loving the simple and ordinary arts of homemaking which, through love, is elevated to an artform. We're Anglophiles, sewers, creators, laughers, believers in love, magic, kindness and butter on toast. And we have just as much fun together in the Twittersphere as I did with my crazy dorm-mates back in college. All friends who've never met, but whose hearts connect in that field beyond time and space.
psychiatric therapist as
much as a friend to
be silly with.
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there. When the
soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
|My Cath Kidston apron, the Tweet|
that started an afternoon of
aprons--and even better, stories.
|The aprons of kindreds |
Lisa, Lyn, Maria, and Karen
|The aprons of kindred spirits Georgie,|
Cindy, Cynthia and Gabi.
Homemaking is surely in reality the
most important work in the world.
What do ships, railways, mines, cars,
government, etc. exist for except that
people may be fed, warmed, and safe
in their own homes? The homemaker's
job is one for which all other's exist.
In everyone’s life, at some time,
our inner fire goes out. It is then
burst into flame by an encounter
with another human being. We
should all be thankful for those
people who rekindle the inner spirit.
|Any 'Outlander' fan-girl will|
understand this photo of Avebury.
So thank you for yesterday Twitter girlfriends--thank you for taking the time to share both your aprons and your stories with me. You, and your aprons, are all as lovely as can be--and the jam is delicious! It would be wonderful to be all together in one big kitchen--but as it turns out, the whole world is our kitchen. What a nice thought. xxxooo
our kindred hearts for bringing us all together.