The Brutal Art of Domesticity...

Well its Friday already and I haven't posted a thing all week. 

Its bitterly cold today, really bitterly cold.

I wish I had something really witty or interesting to share today. All I can say is its been a quiet week... a little bowling, one doctor's appointment, a trip to the feed store, and some new workbooks for Tater came in the mail.

I did get the new issue of Martha in the mail as well and Tater practically fell over herself when she saw the cupcakes on the cover... all laid out in the shape of a heart. I'm pretty sure we'll be sharing some Valentine crafts here soon whether I want to or not. 

I think I'm in a little bit of a funk. Maybe not a funk but more of a mind-eating analyzation of myself and my"domesticity".

See, I'm a bit of a book-clepto so when pictures of "The Gentle Art of Domesticity" began floating around I knew I had to have a copy even before I knew what it was about. I mean, it has pretty pictures of crafts and cakes and quilts so it must be worth having, right? 

Somehow I stumbled upon a thread on the www that was discussing the book and out of curiosity I began reading and before I knew it I was completely drawn in to what seems to be a feminist argument all sparked by this book. Who knew?

I guess it got me thinking about my life and why I feel the way I do about my own "domesticity" and maybe why I've made some of the choices I've made and how I feel about them now that I'm a little older and just a wee bit wiser. Actually... I accidentally wrote an entire dissertation on the subject this morning... it was blog post attempt #1 but it got all out of control and really, really long and has since been saved and stowed away safely. It would seem that I up-chucked a bunch of mothering/home-making/domesticity tension I didn't know I had. 

What it comes down to is that I'm all for woman's lib and equal rights and supporting woman who want something different than I want but you couldn't send me out of this house and into an office with a flaming crowbar. Nor do I see myself as meek, weak, or needing a man to run my life for me. Ho-hum.

So anyway, I leave you with a picture of knit Baby Bunny to go with knit Mama Bunny I made Tater for Christmas. I've already raved about these little knitted critters designed by Barbara Prime so I'll keep it short and say I still love them. I thought I'd be really clever and come up with a way to knit the bunny ears right onto the head instead of having to sew them later. Well, it worked but we have all noticed that this little bunny looks an awful lot like P-P-P-Piglet. I think its the ears.

Behind Baby Bunny is the red sweater I've been working on. Its a bottom up deal and I have both sleeves and the body to the point that I can put it all together so I can't wait to park my arse in my favorite chair for a few hours and get to it.

And the Cylons are coming... in just a few hours.. yea!

How creepy is that commercial clip where Roslin yells "I'm coming for all of you!" Ack!

Comments

[theresa]

It IS cold today! My neighbor's pipes froze last night, and I'm very grateful ours are still working properly.

I hear you on the feminist/domesticity issue. I find that so many of my friends who are childless and living the "feminist dream" (whatever that means!) totally espouse the idea that women should be able to do whatever they want, choose whatever profession they want, and "have it all." As long as you don't choose to stay at home and be a mama + wife, that is. Then you're a gender traitor.

(okay, going to stop now because I could write my own little diatribe right here in the comments, LOL!)

[Kate]

As one who grew up in the 70's and remembers getting paid less because I was a woman, and not being allowed to be apprenticed in the trade I was already working in, I've heard a fair bit about differing views on the role of women. What I always say is we campaigned for the right of women to choose. If you choose to occupy yourself in other than paid employment, that is your right. If that's what you believe is important and you and your family can make it work, then no-one else has the right to judge or criticise.

[bezzie]

Hee hee, I'm just happy I'm not the only one that writes really ranty blog posts and just saves them instead. It's cathartic to get it out even if no one reads it.

[Tana]

I, for one, would have loved to have read your first attempt at a post this morning.