holy domestication!

I have never been a good housewife. In fact, I despise the term/label with everything in me. I despise any other synonym for the term. I've always tried to avoid being labeled as anything, but I can't avoid it anymore. I am, at least for the next 6 months, a housewife. Ugh, gag me with a spoon. Instead of loathing it, I'm trying to embrace it and man, am I jumping into the deep end. Since I don't have anything else to do, I figure 0I will focus all of my attention into being a good housewife; a cleaning, cooking, baking, craft making fiend. And dang it, I am going to be good at this (until I get bored of it in a month and move onto something else, right?)

Not one to do anything half@$$ed, I decided that I needed an apron, so I was going to make one. And make one I did. It was the first thing I had sewn in years, besides things that only have 4 corners like cherry pit hot packs and blankets. I was just going to make a simple one that only needed to be cut and hemmed, but then I found this tutorial and decided that was the one to make. Of course I had to modify it a little bit because I can't do anything by the book. So I took off the top ruffle, made it a bit narrower and shorter and then figured what the heck, why not make it reversible too? And here's what the end result was:

(thank you to W for his fantastic photography skills in the picture above.)



Not bad, if I do say so myself.

After that I was on a high, so the next night I decided to make cookies. But why make one batch when you can make two, right? Things were going great, until I realized I was tired and wanted to be done. I should have frozen the dough but instead had a debate about whether I should make one large cookie or several small cookies to be done faster, or if it even made a difference what size cookies I made because it all was the same amount of dough in the end anyway.

The little cookie idea won and I managed to fit 20 cookies on the sheet, threw them in the oven and when I checked on them 17 minutes later, they had mutated into one large cookie. Dang. Should have saved all that time and made one big one in the first place! So I went back to making the normal size cookies and finally got to the end of the dough, only to find that there was enough dough left for 4 more cookies. Why does that always happen? Doesn't matter if I use a cookie scoop or a tablespoon or a regular spoon, there is always just a little too much dough. You can't waste the dough so I had to cook it and I didn't want to end up with another super size cookie so I had to stay up longer so I could bake the stupid things. I've made a bajillion cookies in my time and every time I forget how much I don't like making cookies. It is just too stressful.

But I'm going to move past it and learn from my mistakes. I will make the perfect batch of cookies one day and I will do it with a smile on my face. Head first people. I'm diving into this domestication thing head first. I will conquer this. Cookies and dishes aint got nothin on me. Good Lord, I need a hobby.