
Originally Posted by
AChildOfBoredom
Oh, yes. The ever-present fantasy that there's this "proper lady" (by their standards) in us just waiting for Mr. Right to bring it out of us.
Sometimes I ride horses. Sometimes I go and shoot guns. Sometimes I go to a concert (though I have to be careful - my hair is quite long and in braided pigtails right now, so if I start getting into it and thrashing around, these can become unintentionally weaponized), and sometimes I just want to get everyone else out of the house, and have time to myself to do whatever... watch movies, sleep a little extra, or even masturbate (because it's damn impossible to do that without being interrupted here). There's a small shelter I do some work with for teens and young adults who've been kicked out of their homes and have nowhere else to go, so there's my Hallmark moment, but don't fucking overrate me.
And then, of course, with my whole upbringing being about conditioning me to be the perfect little Mennonite housewife and my inability to go all out with rebelling against it, I've been doing a bit of crochet, as well. Because I'm apparently a 70 year-old in a 28 year-old's body. But, on the bright side, everyone here has a cute scarf to wear when it gets cold out! I do a fair amount of baking, too, and let my sister and our youngest 'refugee' sell some of what we all bake, I think they have an Etsy page. My sister had the same upbringing I did, albeit without some of the chores I had to do, and I'm thankful for it, because she likes to pass it along to others. I expect anyone living here to know how to clean up after themselves and how to cook for themselves, and she's really been a lifesaver in showing the two 'refugees' the latter, because neither one of them had learned shit prior to living here.
I'd say I'm a pretty well occupied person. If custies ask, I'm guilty of giving them the "Hallmark" answer, though.
edit to add: No, I'm not crocheting any shark blankets.
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