Hemming and ironing curtains today made me want to make cookies, bake bread, wash windows, and eat meat and potatoes. Yes, I used to be a homemaker.. there is something lovely about the smell of an iron, the sleekness of silk, and the purr of a sewing machine. It made me wonder when the homemaker disappeared, and I believe it was when the faeries arrived in my clay.
But that’s okay. It’s good. However, to enhance this lovely feeling of being a homemaker I went to the store, bought pork chops, and am now munching them down with applesauce at 11 pm. Interesting.
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