When I Grow Up

I want to buy this book:

Because someday, I want to be that (a domestic goddes...not the cupcake). I don't know why. Up until the last couple of years I've had no desire to be good at any of that housewifey stuff, like cooking and cleaning and entertaining and raising vaguely normal offspring. Nor have I shown any sort of proclivity towards those sorts of things. I'm not neat, I'm frequently too impatient and/or absent minded to really cook anything overly complicated, and I'm quite possibly a very crap mum.

Yet, here I am, oggling recipes on Martha Stewart, where one meal would probably cost me the same amount I spend on a week's worth of meals.

Must be the cute aprons:

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