domestic undomesticness.

I made chocolate chip cookies today. The last time I made these was a little over a year ago, which is a really long time considering how good chocolate chip cookies are. The reason for that being, despite how satisfying the process is, it's so much easier to pay a little visit to your neighborhood Famous Amos. Or if you're lucky like me, sometimes dropping the odd hint works pretty well (I recently complained about a gummy bear craving and my mum, who happened to be grocery shopping the next day, came home with a bag full of them).

I'm not domestic. I just like making things. Later, I'm going to lock myself in my room and put together a collage my brother and I are making for Mother's Day. Cookies or collages, I'm so there.