Evolve discreetly into a 1950s domestic goddess

I am trusting a lot more in my natural stylae after joining MSP I am dressing better and feeling more goddess like.
Due to my increasing number of allergies I have to cook 99% of my food so I am learning to cook finally.
And thanks to Flylady my home is clean and tidy and I am organised.

Still a little way to go but goal nearing completion :D

The house has been picked up for an enitre week straight. It is picked up, but not neccessarily clean. There is a big difference.

All the dishes get in the dishwasher before bed. There are no piles of laundry lingering around waiting to be put away. All the filing is done.

I RULE!!!

Ideally I would like my partner & I to buy it, but the potential of renting it is there also. It was my partner’s grandparents and now it is in a family trust. It is empty at present so we can move in and decide what we want to do later. I dream of making this our home. It has the best vibe in it and feels like a home already despite the construction work that has been going on. It is completely livable as it is (once you remove the paint cans and vacuum it out) but it also has scope to be developed, something I am passionate about. I want this home to be where I evolve 100% into the 1950’s goddess. I have one HUGE head start in choosing this house to be the cocoon to my goddess butterfly. It already comes complete with 1950’s kitchen and bathroom. Now put me in an apron and lippy and I am set! Alisha the goddess is in residence.

I have the opportunity to travel the world with my partner on business yet all I can think of is this house. My desire for a home outweighs all other dreams at present. That surprised me immensely, yet made me so proud to realise that. I have finally found my priorites. I know that spending a couple months turning this house into a home will free me of this binding need to have a home of my own. I need a place where I feel safe, a haven of love & domesticity. Give me a couple of months to turn this into a home and then that need will have disapated. I then know I will be able to pack a suitcase or two and go anywhere in the world and be content within myself. Pretty impressive stuff for me. I am on the road to recovery.

Now, I love a good cupcake-basking sesh as much as the next gal. I’m a good baker, I like to cook and home decoration may soon be a minor obsession. 50’s kitsch abounds in my weeny flat and Nigella is without a doubt on my Heroines of Modern Time pie-chart. But now (drum roll, ladies) I’m about to move in with my D, an old-fashioned kinda fella (at 33!) who secretly desires (I can tell, he’d never say it) that I morph into super-50’s housegirl. Eventually this would involve being in charge of the homestead and raising the child’rn. Not at all surprisingly, I’d actually like nothing more than this (throw some charity work, part-time teaching, novel-writing and various other projects into the mix) except that no modern couple can exist on a single salary! However, I do know it’d please the D no end if occasionally I got home before him, had dinner going, an ice-cold drink waiting for him (it’s Tel Aviv, after all)and the house was clutter-free and shiny.
Let the goddessing begin! Any tips? x

I just moved into a new (and better) apartment in Winter Haven, with a REAL kitchen, not a closet with a fridge like at my last place..haha.
I’ve come up with some really fun ideas for decorating my new place, and I’ve gotten some really helpful advice on how to learn to cook!! I’m VERY excited! :) :)
This goal just might happen after all!!

Made couscous today. Not exactly comfort food but still some good nosh.

1. Having an organised house with no dog hairs ( yak!!) and being able to see the floor ( getting there )
2. Being able to cook real good nosh ( cottage pie, lasagne)
3. Being able to turn on a washing maschine
4. Making random cuppas

And a whole bunch of other things

I’m loading my husband’s jeans into the washer.
I’ve finally learned to check the pockets….much money can be gleaned and claimed this way.
on this particular laundry day, however, money was not found.
I did find a small liquid packet in the front pocket.
This was a most unusual find.
It was labeled Sweet-n the Blow
nice
It was some sort of flavoring gel for oral enhancement. apparently.

Now, this caused quite the discussion between us.

I have zero interest in that sort of “product”... this he should know after 12 years of wedded sex.
Sure, I like the flavor cherry, grape, strawberry what have you.
And I am not completely opposed to various activities.
However, banana flavoring does not make a “pechellini” taste like a banana. It just taste like a pechellini with banana flavoring on it. Not any more appetizing than before, in my opinion, thank you.

Of course, most likely, this packet was not meant to be brought home.

that is important about being a 1950’s domestic goddess.
The outfit.
One cannot just roll out of bed in the morning
throw on a pair of sweat pants and start cleaning.

One must BE the goddess.

Dress the part.
The 50’s housewife never schlepped about bra-less and barefoot.
That means
do your hair
dress smartly
put on make-up
wear shoes

it definitely has an effect on the mood.

I got new oven mitts !
Pink and flowery…..
I need to find a matching pair of marabou mules.

shooweet!