I've been feeling very housewife-y these past few weeks. We finally moved into our new place. Boxes are (mostly) unpacked. New puppy. New neighborhood. New patio foliage to kill. I find myself spending hours talking in baby voices to The Zeld, inspecting spots on the carpet, and producing culinary experiments out of oversized zucchini.
The older I get, the less I know what it is that I want to be when I grow up. I've changed my mind so many times, now when people ask me when I'll be done with school I tell them never. I'm teetering on the brink of professional student and professional underachiever. Independent Filmmaker. Social Worker. Law Student. Starving Novelist. Not-so Starving Humor Writer. I could fill pages with this stuff.
I want a house with brightly painted walls. A garden. My good kitchen knives. The ability the thread my sewing machine. An unlimited supply of wine. HBO. My husband. My dog.
I could totally pull-off the whole puppy pee coated, 11 am Martini making, crazy-haired housewife thing.
photo from the flickr commons
Remember Meesha who created all of the beautiful paper flowers for her November wedding?
She recently opened her own Etsy shop that's full of custom arrangements. Even peonies! ♥
Hiking along the windy coast. Evenings in front of a fire. Eco-friendly Inn. Breakfast elves tapping on the door in the wee hours of the morn'. Post-fire-making splinter removal. How much organic bath gel does it take to make bubbles seep through the open windows? Kissing on the cliff. Peeing in the woods. More bath gel.
Homemade Sangria. The smell of clean towels. Rice crackers. Naps. More Sangria.
I've been feeling very housewife-y these past few weeks. We finally moved into our new place. Boxes are (mostly) unpacked. New puppy. New neighborhood. New patio foliage to kill. I find myself spending hours talking in baby voices to The Zeld, inspecting spots on the carpet, and producing culinary experiments out of oversized zucchini.
I've been MIA lately. I'm too busy chasing a diaper-less toddler around my apartment.
Parenthood. There's nothing quite as sweet as puppy breath or that sneak attack of turds on the living room carpet.
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