When I think of femininity, I think of an all-out, macho wonder woman. She cooks and bakes with ease. Recipe books line the shelves of her organized pantry. A red checkered apron is tightly wrapped around her thin waist. Flour is on her cheeks. This woman also sews. Plush pillows rest on the sofa. Each window is adorned with handmade curtains.
I couldn't be more undomestic. If you're looking for someone to spend your money, sign me up. If you need advise about which blouse you should pair with your new skirt, I'm there for you. But ask me to make a casserole for a bridal shower? Yeah. You just wouldn't do that. After all, I'm the girl that messes up boxed brownies. [Eggs are an essential ingredient in case anyone was wondering.]
The sad thing, people, is that I want to be domestic.
I want to be one of those amazing housewives where my husband and children will shower my cooking/decorating/sewing/overall amazingness with constant praise.
"Yeah, this is alright I guess. But my mom makes it better."
"Got to get home. The wife's making my favorite!"
I think there is something absolutely beautiful about being a housewife and mother. Obviously, I am neither of these things. My mom, however, couldn't have demonstrated real domesticity and femininity better. Seeing her love and care for us, I have always had an inexplicable desire to do the same with children of my own. I'm getting older now and still don't know my way around a sewing machine, or the kitchen. I think it's time for that to change.
The past few nights I have been cooking dinner for Grahm. When I say cooking, what I mean is I brown the meat for tacos, or I "grill" chicken for sandwiches. Intense, right? Well, I'm gradually working my way up. Yesterday I made chicken spaghetti [see picture] and chocolate pie. Next on the cooking agenda is enchiladas. He is way too nice to me and always eats things with a smile. As for the sewing, my goal is to make some new pillows for my house. We will see how this goes.
"Yeah, this is alright I guess. But my mom makes it better."
"Got to get home. The wife's making my favorite!"
I think there is something absolutely beautiful about being a housewife and mother. Obviously, I am neither of these things. My mom, however, couldn't have demonstrated real domesticity and femininity better. Seeing her love and care for us, I have always had an inexplicable desire to do the same with children of my own. I'm getting older now and still don't know my way around a sewing machine, or the kitchen. I think it's time for that to change.
The past few nights I have been cooking dinner for Grahm. When I say cooking, what I mean is I brown the meat for tacos, or I "grill" chicken for sandwiches. Intense, right? Well, I'm gradually working my way up. Yesterday I made chicken spaghetti [see picture] and chocolate pie. Next on the cooking agenda is enchiladas. He is way too nice to me and always eats things with a smile. As for the sewing, my goal is to make some new pillows for my house. We will see how this goes.
Chicken spaghetti is so good.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I can't even sew on a button. My husband, on the other hand, is a sewing machine. I lack greatly in the domestic department. In fact, yesterday I bought a pre-made scrapbook. All I have to do is fill in the pictures. :D
I couldn't cook much when we first got married. It definitely takes practice. I still screw up a lot of meals.
I miss your face!
that's awesome! i love cooking. it sounds like you're working your way up well. good job on the chicken spaghetti.
ReplyDeletekeep it up my love! you will be great, just keep trying! when i get back we'll cook and sew up a storm together!!!
ReplyDeleteOh I would love to join you on this sewing expedition! I really want to make some pillows and put together a t-shirt quilt..I have a lot to learn before the quilt happens though. lol
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