(Meant to be posted several weeks ago)
When I was a little girl my father built a playhouse for
me. It was a lovely house with a deck,
window boxes, curtains and a counter and sink.
It was bigger than the playhouses that were available for purchase, and
I adored it. I spent many a weekend outside
in my backyard playing homemaker. I
would “bake” cakes using water and the sand from my sandbox; decorating my
creations with bits and pieces of nature discovered around the yard. I loved sweeping the floor and wiping down
the furniture (though I continued to be opposed to doing actual chores in our
real house), imagining that I was Laura Ingles or Anne Shirley or any number of
other characters from that time period that I had adopted into my identity.
As a big girl I still
enjoy “playing” homemaker though the house and tools are more grown-up. I am especially fond of unscheduled,
unhurried weekends when I can make home to my heart’s content.
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| Slow weekends call for slow foods like Kielbasa in the Crockpot |
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| Coconut, Peanut Butter Oat Balls |
Coconut Peanut Butter Oat Balls
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| Freshly folded clothes |
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| I couldn't find a photo of my old playhouse but I found this sketch I made a long time ago one snowy day |
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