Evolve discreetly into a 1950s domestic goddess (read all 4 entries…)
Golly gee whiz! 1 year ago

I think I can call this goal (mostly) complete! Although I’m nowhere near as attentive with the cooking or the cleaning as a true ‘50s domestic goddess, I’m a lot closer than I was before. I’ve been baking a lot more—even made two dozen cupcakes this morning for a Halloween party I was attending. Yeah, the mix was from a box, but I think any domestic goddess would agree that it’s perfectly acceptable to make shortcuts where necessary. It allows more time to attend to other household chores!

Attached is a photo of me dressed up for Halloween, as-you guessed it-a domestic goddess.

P.S. Thanks, paperfaerie, for coming up with this goal! It’s been so much fun!



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Raaawr

I’m glad you find the pearls/apron combo sexy. Because most of the girls at that party I went to were dressed like hookers (um, literally). As my mom would say, it’s sexier to leave a little to the imagination. (Okay, no, not really something my mom said. My mom has never uttered the word “sexy” in her entire life, I can pretty much guarantee that.) What was that other thing I told you my mom says? Oh yeah: a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. That one my mom (happily married for 27 years) actually does say. She even has it on a shirt.

I think you should get a shirt that says Salmonella? Psht! Ain’t no thang!

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Pasties!

No, not these kind. These kind. She and I were actually roommates our freshman year of college.

Next year for Halloween you should so totally go as Salmonella S-. I can be your sidekick, Syph-err… what’s another disease that starts with an S but isn’t a VD?!

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