Domestic. That word used to make me cringe. It conjured images of aprons and diaper bags, of SUVs parked in perfect driveways adjacent to manicured lawns. No, this isn’t exactly a nightmare, but I’m just not that kind of girl.
I have since learned that enjoying cooking and making a nice home for The Fiancé and me does not necessarily mean that I’m only steps from PTA membership and housing association meetings. And if I don’t want a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens, I don’t have to get one. I’m still not that kind of girl.
But there is one time of year during which I come pretty close. This time is the fall. In the fall I take cooking and crafting and seasonal decorating very seriously. It’s no longer good enough to buy apples and caramel dipping sauce at the grocery store. I want to go apple picking and make my own caramel. My list of seasonal soup recipes has gotten much longer since last fall, and I have been anxiously awaiting the cooler weather so I can try them out.
While I laugh at my Mom for going absolutely insane with winter and Christmas crafting and decorating, I’m almost as bad with fall and Halloween. While Mom makes the cutest little Christmas angels out of tiny flower pots, I make mean grim reaper dolls out of old olive jars. Thanks to my mother, my family home is a mass of red bows and white lights in the winter. Thanks to me, my apartment becomes a haunted house every fall.
And then there’s that thing that is scarier to me than any ghost, goblin, or ghoul I could encounter: the idea of motherhood. I have always sworn that I don’t even have a biological clock, and if I do, it’s broken. And yet, there I was with The Fiancé, doing some Halloween shopping the other day, and the little kids’ costumes were so adorable that I actually said, “It’d almost be worth having a kid just to be able to dress her (or him) up and go trick-or-treating.” Did my ears deceive me? Did I almost hear a little ticking from the aforementioned clock? For now, I’ll blame it on the fact that that little witch costume was quite possibly the cutest thing I ever did see. Yeah, that’s it. It’s the costume’s fault.
The Fiancé recently (as in, just this week) had some surgery done. While the affliction was not life threatening, and the surgery very minor and routine, his recovery will preclude us from taking part in a lot of the fall activities we love so much. I refuse to be disappointed by this or let him be depressed. I have sworn to bring into the home all of the same fall festivities and spooky Halloween cheer for which we would usually go out. I am excited by the challenge and determined to make this the best Halloween ever! This is the first Halloween that I will actually be home with the big bowl of candy to give to the trick-or-treaters and I have to admit, I’m looking forward to it.