When I was little, we didn't have a dishwasher. I think I was about 10 when we moved into our brand new house and my mom was the proud owner of a dishwasher. I can remember in grade school learning how to wash dishes correctly in health class. It's funny that those instructions have always stayed with me. Use hot water, wash the glasses and silverware first and pots and pans last.
I also remember doing the dishes with my cousins and aunts during the holidays and I thought it was so much fun! I didn't always think that about the dishes at my own home. It was also enjoyable to wash dishes at my friend's house. Maybe it was the time we had to chat as we worked our way through those dirty dishes.
When my girls were little, I spent a few days at a beach house in the summer with my girlfriends and their children. It was my time to take a shower and when I was done and went into the kitchen, there was my girlfriend's two sons teaching my daughters how to wash dishes by hand! I had to laugh. I had never taught them how to do it. MJ didn't have a dishwasher, so her boys knew how to wash dishes correctly. My girls thought it was fun and really got into it. Great memories.
Last week, my dishwasher just died. Lowe's was having a sale and we went over one evening and set it all up. It's in and all shiny new and working great. My appliances are white, so I wanted a white dishwasher...yes, I am a bit old fashioned, but the stainless steel just isn't right for my home. My coffee pot died yesterday and this old fashioned gal had to go to 3 shoppes to find a white one. Hummmm.....guess I'm out of style but I know what I like and that's just fine with me.
