Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
My daughter and I made an advent wreath, decked out with branches and pine cones. Our wreath looks pretty and peaceful and apparently delicious, because our cat is now eating it and throwing up pine needles all over the house. Which means our hand-crafted best is now increasingly found in half-masticated clumps of kitty kibble. […]
I never had much in the way of boobs. One of my favorite tricks is still to wear a double-layered camisole and pass it off as a bra. If I’ve got to go business casual, it’s A cup all the way. Because as my then four year old niece once exclaimed, after brazenly looking down […]