Martha, Martha, Martha

There's just something about the holidays that makes me want to get all domestic-like.  I don't actually become domestic, mind you, but I think about it a lot.  I peruse Martha's website and fantasize about having the time and, more importantly, the inclination to recreate my own home out of gingerbread.  


Yeah, that's actually not true.  But I do relish the idea of slowing down my life, taking the time to enjoy the process of creating or accomplishing something.  Goodness knows that as a graduate student in English I don't often get the chance to see tangible results.


Which is why I'm particularly drawn to these beauties, fresh off the Lafayette Craigslist:

Ok, call me crazy but I think I would actually get laundry done on some kind of schedule if I had to wring it through this vintage number.  When you're forced to pass each piece individually through a wringer, doing laundry becomes a day-long event. In my fantasy (you know, the one where I've partnered with Dorothy Draper to redo my Parisian apartment), laundering the old-fashioned way seems like it would be a meditative -- dare I say calming? -- daily ritual.  In reality, I'll bet it was a bear.

And how cool is this vintage butter churn?

There appears to be a block of cheese inside, which is baffling as I'm fairly certain butter is not made from cheese.  I did, however, believe Stefan when he informed me that limes were just unripe lemons.  I was on board until he claimed that kiwis were moldy lemons.  In my defense, he said it very convincingly.

xoxox

Fancy