Monday, October 17, 2011

Hello From Over The Hill


I'm feeling very homestead-y these days. Very Laura Ingalls (or Caroline, more like it). It's the change of season and all the getting ready, I think. I'm stocking up on things to do when the weather's making us stay inside. Card games, glue that actually works, new pens. I'm filling the shelves with applesauce and cider, with jars of dried mushrooms, with gazillion boxes of Barilla pasta. We live five minutes from the supermarket, so the need to stock up has nothing to do with logic or even sense. I just like to do it. Wrapping apples in newspaper, so they'll last until Christmas. Buying a whole lot of potatoes, just to make sure we don't run out. I know. I sound so boring, it's amazing I have any friends at all. But here's the thing. I've always been like this. Always. I was the same at seventeen and at twentyfive. The difference is, I just don't feel the need to hide it anymore. Yeah, it's good to be a little bit older. Especially for a sixtyfive year old bird like meself.

(And since having kids I can consistently blame my flee market finds – a scale! for playing store! a cardboard game! four old books! – on them. They help a lot with making me seem like a normal person. Thanks, you guys!)

3 comments:

pinkshoesknits said...

I can buy into this. I just sorted my store cupboard and found 8x1kg bags of caster sugar. Oh! A baker must live here? I baked 3 maybe 4 times in the last 3 years, and 2 of them were this week. But potatoes? How do you store them? I can hardly keep a 2.5kg bag in a dark cupboard for a week before they sprout snakes. Also, I told you I'd be hanging around this place, and here I am, still hanging around :D

RW said...

ha ha
this is mr. w.
he is constantly buying more of this or that so we don't run out.

Anna Ander said...

pink, I'm so glad you are! Re: potatoes, I guess we just eat a lot. No time for them to lie around and sprout, thank God (me no like snakes). But the sugar?! Dear me. You might have to go through some kind of rehab there.

RW, my dad does it too. And it drives my mother insane. See, it's always the same things: HUGE jars of jalapenos. And gurkins. I'm not that far gone (yet).