Domestication
It turns out -- surprise, surprise -- that I am not domesticated. I was reminded of this over dinner at a friend's last night, as we discussed their new cabinets and light fixtures and men's interest in tools and multiple trips to Home Depot in the same week. It's not so much that I am incapable of putting a new floor down in my kitchen (although it would undoubtedly be a disaster), as that I have very little interest in spending crisp, sunny fall days inside a warehouse.
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Or spending time in the kitchen. But skip ahead a few blogs and we see that you are putting up curtains!! Hoorah! Everything in moderation:).
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