Such balance.

WHAT a weekend!

I’m always proud to admit, even amongst a group of women with real educations and complicated explanations on what it means to be a feminist (we’re all fucking feminists?), that I’m made for being a trophy/homemaker/stay-at-home-kinda wife. In the 50’s. For reals. Minus the fashion style. Not my look.

But I love cooking, drinking wine whilst cooking, baking, reading, taking care of myself, watching movies, arranging our home for a good atmosphere, hiking, spending money, drinking, recently gotten very into taking care of myself physically by exercising.. I would be happy as fuck having that kinda life. I’m The Best at doing nothing. And making the most out of nothing. It’s a gift.

BUT..! This week has been epic in the creative/work department. I’ve really gotten into a good flow of being motivated and actually really enjoying work. Jumping out of bed early and not being sick and tired before late at night. And then I’m tired in the good way you know? Head hits pillow, twenty minutes -boom! you’re out!

Best feeling ever. And then there’s really nothing like having the weekend off when you’ve had a week of 12 hour long days of sewing. And not vacuuming. Threads fucking everywhere. I swear I found one in my panties the other day.

It’s also really important for me having plans to look forward to. I have to have something, a reason to put on a dress after not showering and standing sweaty over the ironing-board for days.

Friday that meant dinner with one of our favorite couples. Sushi. All the way. I even wore my 1920’s original kimono the little one got me from an American, greatest country in the world -I promise -you’ll love it, it’s huge, vintage shop for Christmas. It was freezing out, but hey, we’ve all made sacrifices to look good.

Look at that.. So full of myself. So aware of that picture being taken..

I actually don’t care anymore. I used to be so embarrassed having my picture taken.

I simply cannot even with those thoughts anymore.

AND ALSO, THIS FABRIC!!!

Deserves the attention. It’s like 90 years old and in perfect condition !! So amazed.

And last night, Saturday, was girls-night. Total crazy tequila-infused trashy dancing kinda girls night. No time for pictures.

Sofa and takeout today. Love it. At this moment I can actually say I’m one hundred percent happy.