Domesticity gets a bad rap, but I think it holds a lot of potential for pleasure.
I’m not getting romantic about vacuuming, I’m just saying that home life can be nice. Taking care of your home and celebrating the passing seasons can be a true act of self-love. There’s honor in caring for the place where your life happens.
Is that too lofty? Maybe. It works for me. Either way, we have to clean, right? So I’d rather feel like I’m participating in seasonal cycles and doing meaningful labor than resent it the whole time.
Homemaking. Housewifery. Preventing squalor. Whatever you call it, we’ve been doing it for a long time, and it makes sense that we can learn some things from people who did it before us.