Merry V-day
My Valentine's Day started with a fight over our refrigerator (which decided to break down for the 2nd time in a span of a month). But love does conquer all, as evidenced by these:
I hope they are good, but I'm not sure I will try any of them because I ate so much batter that I feel a little nauseous already. Yes, I made them from scratch, which means I had to use the mixer to mix things. A lot. I am exhausted. I considered doing another wondefuly thoughtful thing for Valentine's day. Namely - ironing Vadim's shirts. I did one, but when I started on the second one I decided that I simply can't love anyone THIS much. I considered leaving the ironing board and the iron out as proof of my attempt, but then figured it wouldn't be such a good idea. I mean it could create all sorts of unrealistic expectations of future shirt ironings, and I wouldn't want to do that.
I feel that you shouldn't do too many domestic things, because if you go overboard it will all turn into something that you are always expected to do, instead of being a lovely and pleasant, but intermittent, surprise. Seems to me that being overly domestic will quickly turn a woman into an underappreciated, and taken-for-granted housewife. On the other hand, if most of the time you do nothing but then come dashing out with some fantastic dish - imagine how impressed everyone will be!
This picture is mostly for my mom, because I know that she can't possibly wait until Sunday to see these things I've put on the wall in a pathetic attempt to give the apartment some ambiance, as discussed yesterday.
This picture actually makes it look like my walls are this cool yellowish color, when in reality they are just old boring white.
I hope they are good, but I'm not sure I will try any of them because I ate so much batter that I feel a little nauseous already. Yes, I made them from scratch, which means I had to use the mixer to mix things. A lot. I am exhausted. I considered doing another wondefuly thoughtful thing for Valentine's day. Namely - ironing Vadim's shirts. I did one, but when I started on the second one I decided that I simply can't love anyone THIS much. I considered leaving the ironing board and the iron out as proof of my attempt, but then figured it wouldn't be such a good idea. I mean it could create all sorts of unrealistic expectations of future shirt ironings, and I wouldn't want to do that.
I feel that you shouldn't do too many domestic things, because if you go overboard it will all turn into something that you are always expected to do, instead of being a lovely and pleasant, but intermittent, surprise. Seems to me that being overly domestic will quickly turn a woman into an underappreciated, and taken-for-granted housewife. On the other hand, if most of the time you do nothing but then come dashing out with some fantastic dish - imagine how impressed everyone will be!
This picture is mostly for my mom, because I know that she can't possibly wait until Sunday to see these things I've put on the wall in a pathetic attempt to give the apartment some ambiance, as discussed yesterday.
This picture actually makes it look like my walls are this cool yellowish color, when in reality they are just old boring white.
posted by SmallWonder at 3:55 PM
2 Comments:
Wall looks very cute.
I like it.
What i did not like word "pathetic":)
Thank you! :)
Yes, I am too self-disparaging, I must stop.
You will never guess what happened to my brownies - I left them on top of the stove, and Vadim wanted to put on the kettle to have tea, and by accident he lit the flame under the brownies and not under the kettle, and only realized this when there was this horrible burning smell. I had to throw out THE WHOLE BATCH of the brownies. The whole thing. Ruined.
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