This past week I tried my hand at stay at home motherhood when my mother went out of town and I stayed the week with my youngest sister Finn who is 14.
I imagined myself doing things like attending book club meetings and saying insightful things about Oprah's pick of the week.
I also secretly hoped that perhaps a teacher would wrong Finn in some way and I could storm into the principles office all dramatically exclaiming things like 'We do not pay for Private school education for this type of treatment!
My mother isn't actually in a book club, and apparently Finn likes to handle teachers on her own.
But I did take up crafting. I discovered a new favourite blog and after stalking it for a while wanted to try paper cutting too so I made this.

I think I could be a very sucesful stay at home mother.

At least the kind that does crafts.

oh how Stylish

When I am fancy I will have a pug dog with ribbons connected to my shoe just as the New Yorker portrays.


Potential names for the Pug dog are currently: Wes, Bartholomew, Richie, Attecus, Toby, Jere, and Paul.


Do not scoff at my dreams.

I have plans

I've decided I should like to live in Pompei please.

You would not even have to restore it, or make it a functional city, or do anything of that kind that might make it actually safe or convinent to live in.

I would get a matress pad, preferably a temperidic one because their softness astounds me.

And maybe a brita water filter, and I'd sleep on the floor of the villa of mysteries.

And keep one of the stray dogs as a pet.

This is a brilliant plan.

As long as that volcano doesn't errupt again, then we might have trouble.

Volcano aside.

This is a brilliant idea.