Announcement: it's Spring Cleaning Weekend at Freeman House.
I promise I'm not dawdling or procrastinating. I had things to do on my computer. Seriously, I'm about to start the clean-a-thon. But first I had to check Herbal Farmstead for the recipe to that antibacterial, all-natural rosemary/sage cleaner. I've already made Sue's Lavender Linen Water concoction, and yesterday when I had guests one paused in the laundry room and inhaled so deeply I was afraid she was having an asthma attack. "Smells wonderful," she said, as her eyes did this weird flutter-thing. It really caused quite a commotion.
(Of course, like my Great-Grandmother Lillie Belle Allen, I have no sense of smell, so I'm forever paranoid about the sniffs and sharp intakes of breath around me.)
But no matter. I'm completely taken with this idea of mixing my own herbs into potions for use in areas of the home outside the kitchen. I feel like a Victorian-era herbalist. Or a Macbeth-era double, double, toil-and-trouble kinda gal.
Mwa-ha-ha. I mean, who knew rosemary could clean your bathroom better and more safely than Comet? Sue did. People amaze me.
Oh, but yes... cleaning. I'm about to start. I have one more potion to mix and then my apron and I are off. I just hope I do this correctly. If I do, my bathroom will be the marvel of the town. If I don't... well, when you don't hear from me by Monday or Tuesday, we'll all know why.