I can clean a toilet

And make cookies.  But don’t give me too much credit – it’s a Betty Crocker mix. (I also didn’t know what a stick of butter equalled when I had two quarter butter sticks and thought maybe I had to put them all together to equal one, nearly giving me and Mr. Wonderful thisclose to having a heartattack.)

I can’t believe I’m actually posting a blog post with that title.  That is so not a pretty title for my pretty blog.

My friends have known me for years as being this: The independent single girl who is very crafty and creative, but so not domestic yet knows how to decorate a house and plan a party while looking very put together.

I’ve had a cleaning lady for the past few years of my life, and I still have one.  I once bought a vacuum and told my cleaning lady I had a surprise for her and just gave her the box so she could assemble it.  Then when it was time for me to turn it on myself, I didn’t know how.  I have always been defiant when it comes to be domestic.  Why should I?  After all, I’m a business woman, I told myself.  I am very clean, by the way.  I’m just surface clean.

And, when Mr. Wonderful and I were engaged, my good friend Ricki went into my registry and help me decide what I needed to register for.  You know, the practical stuff I suppose it’s called.   I was just registering for the pretty things.

Then something happened.  I became a wife, and I realized that if I didn’t start to cook, my husband would be eating cold chili out of a can every night thinking it was no big deal.

If I want him to live a long time (and of course I do), then proper measures need to be made.  Also having my 1952 brick dream home with a nice backyard has allowed me to wander outdoors more and find gardening, pruning and landscaping the place more fun.  It’s all about perspective.

Last week when Mr. Wonderful was at a meeting I decided to clean the house, vacuum, clean toilets, wipe off counters, whatever “cleaning” is.  I left toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and when he came back he said, “Oh, hey, did Cruz come and clean?”  Because you know, I have never done that stuff.

I think our vacuum is broken.  But then again, I’d never know how you can tell it really is.  I’ll ask Cruz.

Diana Elizabeth has loved using all the wedding gifts while cooking.  She remembers who gifted every single gift, and even what the gift cards given have been used to purchase what items.  So fun!

 

Diana Elizabeth is an author, photographer, and obsessive antique shopper. You can typically find her in her garden wrist deep in dirt, at a local estate sale or planning her next epic party.

2 Comments

  • Katy Davis

    love it! and love you ;) keep writing i love every post. so sad i missed u :(

  • Mailinh Nguyen

    Love the title…(it really pulls ya in ;)). I love these posts of your happy life — gives me hope that happiness is out there for everyone. Happy Easter! xx

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