Hi! Please bear with me as I divert from my usual Made In Brooklyn patterns over the next few weeks. I need to sort through over a thousand personal photos, plus two client shoots. I also need to get back in the habit of blogging and write about all of the transitions our family is going through. So, I plan to use this blog to help me with those goals: photo sorting and sharing…and personal processing…even though the photos and the processing will not match up. I guess it’s not that different from my regular ways…but just different enough that I feel like I should say: this is different!! watch out!
I am 35 years old and I have never, in my adult life, lived in a home with a dishwasher. Dishwashers are becoming more common in New York (and they are MUCH more common than washers and dryers) but before two weeks ago we had never had the luck of landing in a place with a dishwasher. Two weeks ago we had the luck of landing in a place with a broken dishwasher. That wasn’t really a problem for me. The dishwasher had always been an afterthought. I thought of it like this: “oh right. That apartment has a dishwasher, right? wait. Does it?” and not at all like this: “I can’t wait to use a dishwasher!”
When we go to the beach, there is a dishwasher. I know how to load it, because I grew up in homes with dishwashers…but I’ve never been through the extremely difficult task of adding soap and turning it on. In fact, I admit to times that I went to look for another adult to help me with that part. And like the magic, the other adult would casually walk over to the dishwasher, press a button and walk away. As though it was nothing! Still, I told myself, with the multiple button options, better to have someone else do the pressing.
This weekend our broken dishwasher was replaced with a new, working (and blue!) dishwasher. The kids were excited about the box. It’s now a house with a door and a window and the door has a lock on it to keep out criminals. I was nervous about the dishwasher itself.
How often should I use it? I know what my mom doesn’t put in the dishwasher…but I don’t know WHY she made those decisions. And there are plenty of my mom’s housekeeping standards that I’ve diverted from. For example: ironing sheets, polishing the silver once a year, cleaning the piano keys with diluted vinegar…perhaps I can divert from her dishwasher ways as well.
Dave was the first one to bravely load and start the dishwasher. And an hour later I opened it up to check things out and unload it. And you won’t believe what I saw! a cutting board in the dishwasher! a wooden one!! my wine glass was in there! And the knives were facing pointy end up! (my mom always loads knives pointy end down) oh heavens.
I talked to my friend Kirsten about it. “Dave and I recently brought a dishwasher into our marriage. I’m wondering if it will cause trouble.” We talked about how she loads it (no cutting boards, wine glasses or pots and pans…just like mom!) and how she has HER way of loading it while her husband has HIS way of loading it…and that that can indeed be annoying. She had tips on avoiding soaps with chlorine (it can seep into plastic?) and how to load fragile glasses so they won’t break.
I’m already feeling better about the whole thing. This morning, I put the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, but didn’t turn it on because it wasn’t full….and my kitchen looks clean! Turns out, the dishwasher is a magnificent place to hide dirty dishes! I can definitely get used to that.
And as far as Dave and I and our opposing opinions on dishwasher use, we decided to reference the wikihow article on using a dishwasher and start from there. :) And in that search also learned you can use a dishwasher to clean a keyboard and bake a lasagna! What a handy machine!
I think I’m going to love it.
This series of photos is all from one early morning at the beach when the kids went crazy for the water. And my dad wandered around with his iPad snapping photos. :) It was VERY fun.