PET PEEVE- stinky dishcloths!

There have been times in the recent past while grabbing for the dishcloth I was horrified to find that I was wiping the counter with something akin to a”stinky butt work sock”. Hoping to always avoid this unpleasantness I have employed these techniques:

  • washing the cloth daily (er, maybe every other day)
  • bleaching the cloth regularly ( bad and toxic!)
  • always making sure it is rinsed in HOT HOT WATER and spread to dry completely
  • I have adopted the cotton, granny knitted versions. (I don’t like to depend on disposable cloths, since I try to cut down waste and I indulge in paper towels for really nasty messes like pig’s blood seeping out meat trays, for instance.)

I admit, I have an “uber sensitive” nose, but I am certain I am not the only one who is assaulted by the  stench but curiously I end up being the only one who seems to do anything about it. (strike up the tiny violins)

Here is my ONE NO FAIL trick between washes and can be done several times a day…


and IF IT DOES FAIL, throw the cloth out. Just send it packing to a landfill site somewhere near you.

I take the thoroughly rinsed cloth and soak it with water–then place in the microwave for min 5 min. I might even add more water and have another go at it.

When I remove the cloth–all the cooties are gone. Dead! …and it makes it very easy to wipe down the interior of the microwave at the same time with the steamy hot mess.

Sometimes I add some white vinegar to the whole process, and it makes the microwave even easier to wipe up.

In fact this works so well, that I can wear the cloth on my face!

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I would love to hear some of your KITCHEN TIPS. Send them along. I promise I will try them every legitimate one out ( thought I should give myself some kind of out–just in case there is a tip on how to make pigeon testicles palatable)

a crafty life…

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I love craft fairs. Ever since my mother brought home a melted LP festooned with plastic flowers and sprayed with gold paint, I have been awestruck by the wonder of it all. So many people gathered in one place to hawk their creations of love. For me, I  love the old school grammas who knit socks and mittens and I love the new generation of 20 -30 somethings that  are reinventing the world of crafts…like the one we attended today, City of Craft .

When I was a young mom, my sister-in-law Kim and I spent fashioning bread dough creatures into walnut shells to hang on Christmas trees. We became experts at assembly line construction. Everything was hand-painted then dipped in shellac and hung on a thin line to dry. My mother would take dozens of our NUT BABIES to the bank where she worked and flogged them for us. Without her, we would have been swimming in excess inventory. We cleverly tucked them inside of egg cartons and wrapped them in bows. The sales and marketing part of crafts is always the tricky part of the equation. We called ourselves the Domestic Engineers and still laugh at the hours of fun we had together with our little kids, creating along side of us.

If I were not so lazy I would dig some of these ancient things out of the basement boxes, but just in case you missed it the first go round, I am too lazy, and tired , and it’s late. Most of them have long crumbled away but there are a few sole survivors almost 30 years later.

I also have a number of my “home-made padded photograph binders” around the house that are worse for wear and the snapshots inside are melting away under the acidic sheets of clinging plastic and glue.

Long gone are the macrame plant holders of my youth and the wire-framed fabric flowers sitting in wicker baskets on the back of my toilet.

I used to walk around craft fairs thinking, I CAN DO THAT, I CAN DO THAT! Now , more than ever I am awestruck by the artistry, sophistication, creativity and sheer beauty of these crafter’s wares…but most of all, I love some of simpler creations that hold childlike wonder and love, and exclaim to the world, I AM MADE BY A HUMAN HAND !



Fabric padded photo frame–made from the left over fabric of a baby dress I had sewn for my eldest daughter. If you look closely you can see the HAND SMOCKED dresses my girls were wearing. These are actually still beautiful items that have been passed down to their babies now.

Fabric photo/sticker albums

HAND MADE POTTERY– when I thought that I could throw pots like Demi Moore in Ghost and gave up and just fashioned things out of blobs with rolling pins and fingers.

THE NAKED MAN–aka, the reason I know longer delude myself into thinking that ONE DAY I will be a great painter….France 2007