But I am no domestic goddess. Yet.

I bought two things this week to evoke my inner domestic goddess.

One of them, I plan to tenderly master – bit by bit, page by page, failure by failure. And hopefully blog my experience along the way.

The other one is an iron.

(Although it must be noted,  I have somehow lived without one since moving out of my parents’ nest 7 years ago!)

But don’t discount it’s bargain $49.99 price tag too quickly; earlier today it helped me turn this …

domestic fail 101 into this …  ... improved beyond recognition.

Okay, so truth be told, I’m still too scared to actually use the iron.

But seriously, friends, family & neighbours I usually try to avoid eye-contact with, get ready. The pages of this book are about to open & this minx is about to get all Nigella on you!

And it’s gonna be full of cleavage, sexual innuendos and covered in whipped cream and brandy!

2 Comments
  • Daniel
    March 8, 2015

    I condone this 100%. Especially the whipped cream and brandy.

  • Stace
    March 9, 2015

    Haha – dont forget the late night fridge raids! lol

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