My heart sinks whenever I make arrangements with someone and the deal is that I pick them up in my car. I always have to explain that my car is messy. This is usually met with sympathetic protests about how their car is untidy too. I smile a grateful smile, but at the back of my mind I know. Their car really isn’t going to be as messy as mine, or as stinky for that matter. Continue reading
There’s something special about the first post on a new blog. It has the same feel as opening a new English book at primary school- clean, unspoilt and the potential for great things. Well, this is clean and unspoilt but the potential for great things is debatable.
This blog is more about a journey. I really am a domestic disgrace. I can’t cook, I use wonder web to stick on Brownie badges and I only clear out my car when we can’t fit in it any longer. But I’m on a mission; a mission to change. I want to learn how to cook, have an organized home and maybe learn to sew (but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here…) I’m sending myself to Domestic Rehab. Continue reading