Saddlebags

I've got new ones. They're pretty and I love them.

Chomp

Yesterday afternoon, I noticed that a lone pansy had grown in the middle of our backyard. I don't know where it came from, because there are no pansies growing in the area, but it's little face sure was cute.

Last night, it rained.

Today, the head of the pansy is gone, save for a tiny bit of one leaf. I expect that will be gone soon, too.

Damn you, snails. Damn you.

Stumbling towards domesticity

Once upon a time, I *did* things. I read, I went to 'gigs', I drank lattes and read the paper in cafes, I went to the gym, I had a job, I traveled (Note: you can read a bit about that here). What I didn't do was partake much in the domestic arts.

Then, I got married, moved to a sleepy town in Holland and had a baby. Now, I do other things. I do laundry, I change diapers, I go for walks, I make dinner, I do dishes...Well, okay, I still travel a bit, but traveling with a baby is a whole different beast. Somehow, I've traded in being informed and worldly for being a housewife and mother.

Still, if you're going to do something, you might as well do it well, right? To this end, I've started teaching myself to cook. I've bought a sewing machine and have attempted a few items, I'm trying to make garden, I bake, I do my best to reduce, reuse and recycle and most important of all, I'm trying to raise my daughter as best as possible. This is the chronicle of my journey towards domestic bliss.