a confession
09.24.2012 

Confession: I find the idea of attending a school for the domestic arts hopelessly romantic. Not because I really want to be a maid, but because I like to know the correct way to clean things. By correct, I mean the “old-fashioned” method my great-grandmother would have used. It’s one of my strangest guilty pleasures. I’ve only told my closest friends this for fear of being judged, but few things bring me more joy than fancy laundry detergent…! I devour books like Home Comforts by Cheryl Mendelson the way that others might devour 50 Shades of Grey.
Knowing this, you can imagine how thrilled I was to rediscover this old Domino article. Covering an instutituion like the Starkey International Institute for Household Management is sort of my dream project. Dropping in on bed-making 101 held in “chintz-happy guest suites”? Yes, please.
Cynthia Cling, the adventuress behind the article, mentions how one class period was spent discussing various standards of “freshly-cleaned”. To some, freshly-cleaned means vacuum marks on the carpet. To others, it means the faint tinge of lemon wafting through the air.
To me, it means a bed made up with new linens and a yummy Jo Malone candle burning on the bedside table. Indulge me: what does “freshly-cleaned” mean to you?



