in praise of housework

.."And so, when a poet rubs a piece of furniture, when he [she] puts a little fragrant wax on his [her] table with the woolen cloth that lends warmth to everything it touches, he [she] creates a new object... objects that are cherished in this way really are born of an intimate light, and they attain to a higher degree of reality than indifferent objects..." ~so says gaston bachelard














photos and cleaning objects of affection by bailey's home and garden.














don't you just want to mop when you look at this picture?