It's not mine, sure it's not. I can pretend, though, and fantasize that I'm not doing dishes by hand as much of the world does (dishes, not fantasize.) I can obsess, too, if I want, because I'm taking this e-course. I'm enough, I'm perfect, I'm GREAT, dammit, especially if I dream of pink dishwashers while feeding my kids deep fried Milky Way bars for breakfast.
On the subject of home, I've really taken to this wallpaper, Designer's Guild Portier Clover. I went to our local place a couple of weeks ago and I have to order like 4000 yards and have it shipped from England. Tons of cash. I just wanted it for the fireplace thing that sticks out in our room. A little bit of gray and pink. Husband would barely even notice. I can predict it all: "Did you get your bangs cut or something?" They look good, honey.