Angelic kids, lovely homes, plenty of craft time, me time, him time, us time, cooking tasty, nutritious meals straight from their own gardens.
Of course in reality, we all know that they have laundries full of washing, hairy legs, and the only picture perfect part of the house is that 2 or so square foot they have photographed.
A friend of ours was once present for a photoshoot by a big fancy architecture magazine. It was in the home of some big and fancy architects. Their home photographed beautifully. The curved timber walls a sight to behold. The minimalistic decor sharp.
In reality, apparently (is that an oxymoron?) they were slobs who lived in clutter and choas.
All the furniture, magazines, clothes and detritus was shifted from one side of the room to the other and back again.
A few days ago, I had an enjoyable afternoon in the kitchen. A successful day
if you consider that I managed to make a lovely loaf of fruit bread. (For breakfast.)
Blackberry cupcakes to die for. (Morning tea)
A scrummy, flaky meat pie. (Dinner)
Chocolate self-saucing pudding. (Sweets.)
Lets ignore the fact the bottom fell out of the loaf.
Some cupcakes sank.
The handle of the saucepan caught fire.
The entire house smells like a chemical fire.
By my standards, it was still a success I'd say.
Can I come for tea? I remember how embarassed (one r or two) I used to feel when you would visit BC (before children) you were so clean and tidy and organised and I was always in a mess. Now I am just starting to get organised and declutter some of the 'detritus' acquired DC (during childhood)!
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