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Category Archives: Domestic Arts
I have mentioned in the past that I am not the craftiest of souls. I’ve accepted that long ago and recognize that I have other skills and talents. However, lately I’ve been toying with the idea that perhaps I am … Continue reading
So canning season is over. (This is where I start singing the Hallelujah Chorus loudly and with extreme gusto.) Let me say for the record that I am immensely happy that all canning has ceased for the year. So happy, that … Continue reading
I have reconciled to the fact that my house will never be as clean as I would like. Not only do I spend half my days homeschooling and canning as much produce as I am able to get my … Continue reading
I have great ambitions to be like Martha Stewart, just not with felony charges or jail time. The woman is a good cook, a great gardener, and she’s crafty. Oh, so crafty. However, my wallet does not let me achieve … Continue reading
I am not crafty in the slightest. Common garden slugs have more artistic talent than I do. And I’m mostly okay with this. Occasionally when I see some other woman create a gorgeous MacGyver-type centerpiece out of three twigs, four … Continue reading
So my husband and I have made a vow. A quite serious vow. So serious, that our son offered to use a limp straw and his deep knowledge of all things Harry Potter to make it an unbreakable vow. So … Continue reading
I love grocery shopping. (You are wondering why I’m talking about grocery stores when the title of this post references rap music. Be patient, it will come.) Now when I say I love grocery shopping, I mean I loooooove grocery … Continue reading
I’m proud to introduce to you to our first ripe tomato of the season. I must state for the record that there is something magical about holding a just picked tomato that is warm from the sun in the palm … Continue reading
We are cleaning. A lot. And by a lot I mean EPIC sized cleaning. Legendary cleaning. Housewives all over America will speak my name with hushed, reverent tones after word gets out of what’s happening over here at bunkersdown. You … Continue reading