It has happened.
I have become domesticated. As my homemade spaghetti sauce is simmering, I am folding laundry and making plans for dinner tonight. I look around the little apartment and see touches of my journey into domestication: the homemade drapes, the hand-painted wall art, etc. Even more impressive to me is the fact that I am in the process of making my third quilt for a friend's upcoming baby shower. I kind of hate it every time, but I love creating the quilt and getting to the finished product... it's just the actual making of the quilt that I don't really enjoy.
What a funny little stage of life I'm in.
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