Little Gothic House on the Prairie

As this is my first official post of musing that may make no sense, welcome.

Some days I feel like the gothic version of Martha Stewart, and other days I feel like a gothic version of the prairie woman.

I am an old fashioned stay at home wife. I have a wonderful husband who works incredibly hard to take care of our little family (which, currently is only the two of us and 3 furkids, but hopefully we will be blessed with our own gift soon enough) I take care of everything about our home, mostly happily, although believe me, there are moments I wish to gleefully smack someone upside the head with my frying pan.

I love things simple.

I am perfectly happy with the little things in life.

I do not need to go out every weekend, though indulging in a wonderful glass of good wine is a beautiful thing indeed.

I love to bake my own bread and biscuits, I cook from scratch, I make my own pasta sauce; though I appreciate being treated out to a nice meal at a quiet restaurant, and I will cheat with some convience and package foods.

I am careful in spending my husband's money, and border on the good side of frugal. Thrift stores are my guilty pleasure, and I hate to purchase something if it is not on sale or clearance.

Normal people drive me insane, and I rant about them often.

I am Lily Munster crossed with Morticia Addams with a hint of June Cleaver mixed in. My values, my thoughts, my standards, are not as one would think at first glance.

Mi Familia is my everything.