A housewife seems to have its
definition neatly laid out, a wife who keeps house, or more eloquently put by
the dictionary,
– A married woman who manages her own household, especially as her principal occupation.
And I’m sure that definition works
great, but something about that word pulls at me, that it’s bigger than
that. I’m not a wife, not by the
standards of the state or IRS, but I think arguing semantics is not the point
here and truth be told I’m not that good at housekeeping either. The dictionary also says that homemaker is a
better word (even Microsoft word wants me to change it), as housewife can be
used offensively, and granted it’s a good word I’m sure, but it’s not the word
that calls to me. I am a housewife for
better or worse, when I can say that, even just to myself I know I’m where I
want to be. So I do the dishes, and the laundry, keep my apartment as clean as
I can stand and cook not as much as I would like, and far more than I should. I’m a wannabe homesteader,
though I only have one garden growing two things at the moment (neither of
which I eat). I’m a techie with 50’s
sensibilities, a country girl in love with makeup and fashion that I can never
figure out. I dream of construction
projects, and learning to knit and crochet, designing wonderful chainmaille
everythings, a serial procrastinator with perfectionist tendencies, and a
carnivore with sugar fueled compulsions.
This is who I am, These are things
that do not change, and today I’m okay with that. But today I’ve also decided
to work on the things that can. So I
want to start here on this blog, taking more pride in my home, working towards
a healthier life, and finding out what I want for the future.
I want a place to share what I learn,
and receive ideas from those generous enough to share them, about life, home,
self, and everything else.
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