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Domestic goddess, without the goddess
March 30, 2007
I’ve always been somewhat domestic, but over the past few months, since the boyfriend and I got our own place, I’ve been less able to hide it. I’ve been nesting.
I hate that term, and cringe when referring to myself as doing so, but it’s something I can’t escape from. I recognize this but don’t understand it, this impulse that has me acting ten years older than I am, needing to buy curtains and antiques to decorate our home for the practically nonexistent visitors.
What am I expecting? A dinner party? What am I going to do, invite over my professors and serve snail? I doubt Martha Stewart spent her 21st birthday crocheting afghans for her potholders.
Though now that I think about it, I’m probably wrong.
And what was I thinking when I chose flowers for my first masthead on the new layout? Pots of flowers?! And they’re fake! Pots of fake flowers!
In any event, I took some socks this morning and made a sock dog to sit on my rocking chair, partly because I saw one in some magazine and it looked cute, mostly because the feminist inside of me is getting her ass kicked by a Stepford wife.
Come to think of it, owning a rocking chair probably accounts for at least half the problem.
March 30th, 2007 at 9:41 pm
Haha, I noticed the flowers, but never knew they were fake. The sock dog is awesome, perfect for any rocking chair that may be found in a 21 year olds apartment. :P
April 1st, 2007 at 10:29 pm
that dog is so like cute. =P
April 1st, 2007 at 10:30 pm
…it reminds me of like Brian from Family Guy. hahaha! It’s in that chair, and I’m stairing at my computer just waiting for it to say something!