My-Reason-For-Living-In-France loves spring. I love autumn. Some of us throw ourselves into a frenzy of cleaning and organizing when the blossoms arrive on the forsythea. I tend to tidy-up when the leaves turn and the berries arrive on our bushes.
I always maintain my quirk has something to do with the excitement of back-to-school preparations — new clothes, closet reorganization (purging, filling-in). Heaven knows the closest I’ve been to a school is when I drive by our little village schoolhouse where Drea, at eight, was dropped into a classroom filled only with French speaking children. (It’s red brick. I thought that was a positive omen.)
My long-story meandering brings me to today’s topic: Housecleaning and specifically windows.
A couple of weeks ago I called a professional window cleaning company to give me an estimate for washing all of our windows. We had reached a point where from the inside out, everything was hazy. It was as if we were living in a light fog. Some efforts had been made, but the results were disappointing.
The estimate for the job came in at 700 Euros(!)
Not that this is all about me or anything. . . but I could buy the biker cardigan from Halsbrook or the camel cashmere coat from Bompard, as well as a large cashmere scarf, for that sum and wear everything for the next 10 years. Our windows would be dirty again in less than a year.
Then, surprise, surprise. . .
Elise arrived yesterday with a magic — and this is not an exaggeration — product, took out her clean, white cloths (formerly sheets) and set to the Herculean task of turning grime to glitter. It took her more than four hours. Never, ever have our windows been this perfectly pristine clean. In the past we have used every imaginable product plus Elise’s old standby, vinegar. But there were always streaks. Now there are none.
Unfortunately, like my spectacular silver polishing product, Pierre d’Argent, which Elise and I used last weekend, the Jacques Briochin Nettoyant Universel is probably only available in France. The label promises that the product cleans “all surfaces” but every last drop was used on the windows, so we couldn’t test its promise.
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My great, great friend, Judy Diebolt, is coming to stay with us tomorrow and I plan on giving her a bottle. Last year I gave her the Pierre d’Argent as well as some beauty products so she wouldn’t think I had completely lost my mind.
While Elise was working on the windows, I was working on the kitchen cabinets. That’s when she asked me for the cloves.
“We need to put more in your sweater drawers,” she said. Then she took the bottle and tossed a handful of cloves among my sweaters and scarves.
Cloves really do keep the moths at bay.
You see? If you come to visit me here, it’s just non-stop glamour. . .xo