#housekeeping

I felt I'd earned the Good Housekeeping Seal when I designed an oval-shaped spaghetti pot, because spaghetti is long. ↗

— Rachael Ray

#designed #earned #felt #good #good housekeeping

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing. ↗

— Phyllis Diller

#housekeeping #kids

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#housekeeping #humor #humor

I don't know why no one ever thought to paste a label on the toilet-tissue spindle giving 1-2-3 directions for replacing the tissue on it. Then everyone in the house would know what Mama knows. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#humor #toilet-tissue #humor

Each suburban wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night- she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question-- 'Is this all? ↗

— Betty Friedan

#feminism #housekeeping #inspirational #marriage #parenting

The problem of the environment is the extension of good housekeeping of the thinking woman. ↗

— Marjory Stoneman Douglas

#extension #good #good housekeeping #housekeeping #problem

A messy house is a must - it separates your true friends from other friends. Real friends are there to visit you not your house! ↗

— Jennifer Wilson

#friendship #housekeeping #real-friends #true-friends #friendship

I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it. ↗

— Shirley Conran

#couches #housekeeping #inspirational #rest #resting

Sometimes I want to clean up my desk and go out and say, “Respect me; I’m a respectable grown-up!" and other times I just want to jump into a paper bag and shake and bake myself to death. ↗

— Wendy Wasserstein

#cleaning #housekeeping #life #age

The boat was vacuum-packed with Albanians, four generations to a family: great-grandmother, air-dried like a chilli pepper, deep red skin and a hot temper; grandmother, all sun-dried tomato, tough, chewy, skin split with the heat; getting the kids to rub olive oil into her arms; mother, moist as a purple fig, open everywhere - blouse, skirt, mouth, eyes, a wide-open woman, lips licking the salt spray flying from the open boat. Then there were the kids, aged four and six, a couple of squirs, zesty as lemons. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#age