The magical dish fairy
Few can imagine the absolute luxury of an actual dish fairy. We can. You come into your apartment dreading the sink full of nasty pitchers, plates and platters that await you… only to find them sparkling clean on the drying wrack. I’m pretty sure our dish fairy has a name. It’s Magdalena. She is the housekeeper of the compound we live on. We pay her to do our laundry. Like all fairies she is quite elusive. We have never actually seen her do the dishes, but she has a key to our apartment, which points the finger of suspicion towards her. She also never mentions anything about it. She must just walk into the apartment & be disgusted by the squalor of it all & get to work de-griming our kitchen.
To us she is not only a fairy, she is an angel of cleanliness & mercy.
June 14th, 2007 at 5:34 pm
i had a magical dish fairy in uganda named annet (sic). she spoke little english, which made it difficult to communicate the effusive thanks i felt. perhaps it was better that way…i think effusive thankings might have freaked her out.
June 14th, 2007 at 6:32 pm
I’m thinking she would love to come and live in Provo in a nicely refinished basement. . .
She would have plenty of job security living with Matt Kelly……
xoxo
–mamacita de kate
June 14th, 2007 at 10:15 pm
you need red cowboy boots.