Domestic Goddess is sort of a misnomer in my case. I mean, I am most definitely a Goddess and do, on occasion, have the tendency to be a tad domestic (I obsessively clean and can bake a caramel pumpkin cheesecake that’ll have you offering to have my sextuplets)… but I still can’t iron worth a shit, love foods that come pre-made, and would rather do long division on the back of a cocktail napkin than get anywhere near a scrapbook. So the posts below are those that pertain to my domestic life and my craftiness– mostly the “like a fox” kind, not the Martha Stewart kind.