Evolve discreetly into a 1950s domestic goddess

I made pistachio nut and apricot brownies for the easter themed art cafe. They were yummy.

not doing very well at this goal am I? I wonder if I lived in Pleasantville if the sparks would be in colour?

Agent 99 said I was a housewifey homemaker, it makes me so proud, even though I was probably making a bit more of an effort because she was there, but no really, I thought I was sliding a bit, what with the dying plant in the corner, which I’m busy trying to resuscitate, she’s better than she was, she’s just a bit lopsided that’s all. Still haven’t cleaned the windows though, which D’s maaa likes to comment on everytime she visits, maybe I won’t ever clean it, not out of scumminess but more out of spite, to taunt her, until she can take it no more and cleans it herself, see I am an evil domestic goddess, he he heeee!!

I haven’t learnt to bake at all, but have a new fondness for tupperware and get rather narked when I can’t find the lid, but apart from the floaty 50s skirts I’ve taken to wearing just to do the washing up and the realisation that casseroles really are the way to go, I haven’t been working so hard on this one. Must try harder, must must.

instead of baking for my lovely boyfriend’s birthday I went to iceland and got him a gateaux for three pounds. He says he doesn’t mind and that he loved the suprise cake and candles in the middle of a busy restaurant and wasn’t embarassed in the least. I’m trying to now think of something to substitute it but I can’t think of anything, oh I am a bad 1950s house wife.

really rubbish lately, my friends are starting to overtake me, and they don’t even have a goal like this, Lucyann has been baking (rather obsessionally) scones of mutiple varieties, and now Donna has taken to making pecan and honey muffins, it all hit home the other day when my boy asked me why I don’t bake muffins??? See this is what happens when you buy Nigella’s How to be a domestic goddess cookbooks for your friends and not for yourself… note to self, learn to be more selfish towards your friends and more goddess like towards your boyfriend. Oh and while clearing out my front room, I found a very retro looking Ikea apron, so really I don’t have any excuse.

good this week, yestaerday I blitzed my flat as soon as I got in from work and today I’ve continued to clean and tidy the place. Even putting the washing on the line instead of flung over radiators, I get to do Ironing now as soon as I prepare the dinner for the boyfriend. I still don’t own an apron or straighteners though.

ordered a book off Amazon called Retro Housewife, which will help me in my quest for imperial domesticity, I think I will buy an apron and some hair straighteners too.

learn to darn socks and bake cakes and hoover with manicured nails in high heels and never complain about myself and serve my man like a true Doris Day obsessive. I will play Nancy Sinatra and not talk while the football is on, and I will do this while juggling other things like seeing my lady friends for tea and scones and laugh delicately at whimsy’s, and I will make Jam.