Cascade Convert

I swore I would never live in a home without a dishwasher. Some people hate cleaning bathrooms, others avoid vacuuming. I even know some who have come to abhor their piles of laundry. {I've never quite understood this one, especially at this particular moment in household appliance history... what actual WORK does modern laundry day even entail?} Dishes were it for me. I guess I assumed that when I reached adulthood the washing dishes gene would kick in, causing me to volunteer to help out after family meals and dinner parties rather than contentedly watching some more qualified person up to their elbows in deceptively sudsy water. To be honest, I didn't think my dishwasher stipulation would be a problem in this era, when even the cheapest apartments include one in their wee laminate kitchens.

I wasn't planning on falling in love with a wee little cape cod built in 1940.

It took 5 years of forced labor, but I finally came to a realization: {Doing the dishes isn't that bad.} In fact, when it's 20 degrees outside and my hands are freezing from keeping the house a few degrees cooler (okay, and poor circulation,) the opportunity to stand at my sink, hands immersed in warm clean water, and look out at the backyard while listening to wcsg is actually pretty luxurious, when you think about it. Okay, yeah, I'm SUPER STOKED that my new house has a dishwasher, and I felt those bewildered stares toward my grocery cart when I excitedly explained to Eden about the shiny box of Cascade and the magical machine it would go into and the wonders it would work in the life of our family. But more importantly, God has shown me joy where I thought there was none, and was patient with me until I allowed myself to see it. For that, I am thankful.

{That, and the dishwasher at my new house.}