I have a new love. Well, perhaps it is really an old love, because I have always loved it.
I love doing dishes by hand.
There. I said it.
And yes, that is a shiny new dishwasher right next to me in the photo.
But there is something so comforting about a sink full of hot, soapy water.
Scrubbing and rinsing, scrubbing and rinsing.
Slowly drying each dish by hand and then putting them away.
It's soothing. There is time to think there.
And it reminds me of doing dishes with my grandmother - who always did at least some dishes by hand each meal.
Dishwashers, in my mind, equate to rush, hustle, busyness, and chaos.
The clanking of the dishes as you stack them in, the whir of the motor and swish of the water as they wash...chaotic noise filling up my quiet house.
I am rebelling against quick, efficient, and busy.
By hand, is just peaceful.
And I enjoy that.
What are you rebelling against?