Messy Tuesdays Wednesdays.
Hmm. You are not your perfectly timed blog post is the new addition to my evolving manifesto. The Tuesday-ness of Messy Tuesdays is quite arbitrary; I think bad feelings relating to not managing to post about one’s mess on time kind of defeat the affirmative objectives of the Messy Tuesdays brief. The idea of posting on Tuesdays is approximate and liberating; you know on the one hand that if your house looks like a bomb-site because you have spent the entire week knitting or studying or doing whatever, that you nonetheless have blog-content! On the other hand, there is no restriction or rule as to the regularity of posting. It is like mess. Mess is organic. It evolves and changes form. It grows. It is different from one week to the next.
But unabashedly presented late, here is my Messy post from this week; it basically involves biscuit-icing detritus:
I thought I’d buck a trend and present the mess we made whilst making Easter biscuits, rather than the biscuits themselves. This is not so much to glorify mess – a point discussed by several thoughtful bloggers in this week’s flurry of Messy Tuesday posts – but rather to allow a pause for the consideration of food mess.
Perhaps most spectacular mess-making in the icing of the Easter biscuits, was that I got an icing bag to try for the first time and found that I made the icing far too runny for it. This resulted in all the yellow, yolk-like icing oozing from the bag and making a giant puddle of sticky. The children did not find this a user-friendly icing-tool and the entire table got besmirched with yellow, sugary ick:
I am very bad, however, at cleaning the kitchen floor. I resent how it instantly gets covered in crap immediately after being cleaned and I cannot see how it being grubby is going to affect the food I prepare in the kitchen, since, well, it’s on the floor, which is nowhere near the surfaces where food will be. Although this weekend in fact, our kitchen floor did get mopped after we spilled maple syrup on it. ‘That can’t just stay, can it?’ said The Man ruefully as our shoes made the sticky, sucking sound of soles on sugar. There are some messes that cannot be tolerated. Sugar mess is one.
Another is the stench of a forgotten cheese. My last Landlord once neglected to put a Brie into the fridge after coming back from the shops. Instead he placed said Brie on top of the fridge. And… well this is going off mess into extremely gross areas of human depravity isn’t it? But after 3 or 4 weeks we really began to be concerned that something in our fridge was going to poison us. The spectacle of the discovered cheese was so obscene that it instantly became legendary. I recreated the cheese in the medium of felt to commemorate the incident:
So… food mess has a health-related urgency about it that necessitates its swift decimation. There are no asthma sufferers in our house so the same cannot be said for dust, which remains on the floor for some weeks. This dust has been here since Christmas:
The last bit of mess I shall share is the workbasket that is the last hurdle to jump on the way towards relative organisation in The Studio:
Who knows what projects, stash, implements etc. I shall uncover when I finally stop procrastinating and address the pressing issue of this extremely untidy basket??
Other messes acknowledged and aired via the context of Messy Tuesdays this week involve other unorganised stash items in the blog of Thomasina Knits, more insights into the ways mess or lack thereof manifests itself in relationships in the delectable crafty cocktail blog, the beautiful mess of selvedge in needled’s blog, and many more photos in the flickr set.
Thanks everyone for continuing to create in a way that means mess happens. And if you despair about not having a perfect life/blog/home, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Sometimes we all just make a mess.
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