Growing up it would always irk me if one of my sisters got something and I didn’t. It still irks me. My sister, Jennifer, got the domestic gene. I didn’t.
This is a woman that on any given day has dual crock pots going by 6am in preparation for that night’s dinner. My family is lucky if I even give dinner a first thought before 5pm. Unfortunately, Jennifer lives almost 2000 miles away, or possibly some of her homemaking gifts would have rubbed off on me by now. And you’d love visiting her home, the word cozy would be a gross understatement. It’s a retreat where all burdens slide from your shoulders the second you walk in the door as she hands you fresh brewed ice tea in a mason jar-turned drinking glass and you slide into the couch wrapping yourself in one of many vintage quilts she collects (and actually uses) to watch an old black and white movie all the while sensing the aroma of some kind of amazing just-like-mom-used-to-make casserole baking in the oven.

Today on her blog she’s sharing the best tips for laundry- something I avoid until the last possible minute, she’s turned into an art. Her post is part of an ongoing journal of love to her daughters. So please visit her for some great domestic inspiration while I go through my linen closet and start minimizing (as she suggests!)