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.
|Slow weekends call for slow foods like Kielbasa in the Crockpot|
|Coconut, Peanut Butter Oat Balls|
Coconut Peanut Butter Oat Balls
|Freshly folded clothes|
|I couldn't find a photo of my old playhouse but I found this sketch I made a long time ago one snowy day|