Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The secret to domestic bliss
Must be not to strive for perfection. Unless you are able to obtain perfection, in which case, strive away.
If I were a perfectionist, all the sewing, baking, knitting, gardening, party hosting, etc. would bring nothing but pure stress instead of joy. Because as much as I love to dabble in the domestic arts, I'm not all that good at most of them.
So here's to crooked seams and too-crunchy sugar cookies smothered in too-sweet frosting. (I'm going to Grandma's for a dough-making tutorial tomorrow. While I don't need perfection, I do need to be able to make a passable holiday treat if I'm going to give out plates to my neighbors.)