The Sororal Order of Feral Domesticity and Habitual Femininity 002

First things first...

I keep thinking about the things we ignore. The little blue wooden bowl that has been sitting under my kitchen cabinet for weeks that I see, that bothers me, that I choose to walk away from over and over. The bag of random items I took out of my car before Christmas that I need to sort through and put away that sits on my porch,  almost mocking me every time I walk past. The pile of clothes to be mended that keeps gaining volume and height, which makes me feel a twinge of regret every time I stare at it while I load the washer. Of course, picking up a toy bowl and placing it back into the play kitchen is a much quicker and less involved task than mending a whole pile of clothes, but both chores hold an energy of neglect that makes me feel equally shame-ridden. Why do I, why do we, turn a blind eye to the things that need our attention so often?

My working theory is that when the most pressing of practicalities are not attended to, then these seemingly little things feel much more overw…