i am so glad that this generation is taking back domesticity and the work of home.
i am so glad that it is no longer seen as degrading or slightly embaressing to want to concern oneself with the matters of keeping a house. that now, to knit, to sew, to bake, to cook, to clean, to organize, to decorate… these are now entirely valid expressions of femininity, even in many whom would call themselves feminists.
i am glad to be allowed to listen to those parts in me that long for a rich home life, without so many conflicting voices telling me i oughtn’t want such things.
i like the smell of yeast bread baking,
i love the texture of fabrics waiting to be remade into something useful,
i relish the aromas and colors of a home-cooked dinner,
i enjoy the meditative quality of redundant tasks such as folding laundry or washing dishes, and
i am blessed to have folks over and set them down in a beautiful and calm place to rest.
yes, domesticity is making a come-back: culturally, i believe, but also in my own heart.