Kitchen floor Tango with peaceful brooms

A Cute Girl just sold me a fluffy new pet.

Its a natural bristle broom, and its going to transform things around here.

Aussies don't like cleaning floors. Its our western heritage. Historically, we just fill the house with straw left over from threshing, all held in by the threshold, and let whatever makes its way down there just skurry around for a while.

Ive been thinking about it, and think the reason Aussies are timid of cleaning their floors every day are these:

1. Vaccum cleaners fight you. They are hard to pick up, squeal like heavy piglets, and get your adrenaline up. 

2.  Brooms are too narrow. People buy the cheapest. Soon only small cheap brooms are made, and brooming the floor becomes emptying the ocean with an eyedropper, an insult to your creative powers.

So, either way you loose, the floor wins.

I'm staying with dear ones in Annandale for a few days - the Balmain house is glorious, but sometimes a bit lonely.

Soon the broom delivery man will drop off our retro, extra-wide broom. 

It will have us all doing broom meditations. Broom Tango even. 

As the sun sets on our day, we will wind ourselves down with a sweeping rhythm, be able to have a foretaste of our far-future grandma days, and settle down for a snug sleep.

Rachel and her brooms, Orange Grove Market

If you want a nice broom too, visit Rachel at the Inner Sydney Markets - Orange Grove, Frenches Forest, or EQ. 0420 275 066