Years ago I read a book by Sophie Kinsella called The Undomestic Goddess. This phrase stuck with me, mostly because I felt it described me. I’m not perfect, when I moved out of home I couldn’t cook, keep a house clean, do washing or ironing. I’m on a journey to learn to do all these things, and to learn to be a better person. I’d like to you join me.
Sometimes insightful, sometimes incoherent, these are the confessions of an undomestic goddess.