I did find a treasure, a white linen (real linen!) table cloth and matching napkins. I clutched it tightly as I waited at the counter to pay, I have been looking for this kind of quality for ages, and here it was in a little coastal town shop called The Lemon Tree. One of the ladies I was with, older and wiser than me, smiled at me and said you know you will have to iron those all the time to make them look nice! I smiled back and said, yes I know - I actually love ironing napery and linens. The shop keeper and this lady exchanged knowing glances. I confirmed to her how mad I am by going on to add, that I also love to polish silver - its my form of therapy.
There are a number of reasons why I love this basic of all tasks:
- I like to do things that take me to another quieter, less hurried era.
- Polishing silver reminds me of when I was a little girl and I sat at my Grandmothers table and polished her (that is now mine) silver
- Making a neat pile of perfectly ironed and pressed linen truly makes me smile
- I get a huge sense of satisfaction from making something that looks drab and dreary into something that sparkles and shines
- I like to look at my silver and pressed linen and feel I am ready for company at any time (even if the loo is dirty and the floor needs washing, at least I have wrinkle free napkins!)
- I like to care for my treasured things
|It gives me a huge sense of satisfaction to turn this ....|
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So there I sit at the dining table, clothes and Silvio at the ready, and while I watch and listen to TV I set about polishing away the blackness to reveal the shiny, beautiful silver.
Now who could day this wasn't satisfying work?