I'm Not Premenopausal; I'm Just A Bitch . . . and other delightful tales

Let me start out by showing off the wonderful present Mr. C and I received from my aunt: (Mr. C really wanted you to see his candy) She felt every good wanna-be-1950’s-housewife should have a good 1950’s-style apron when teaching a nearly-non-existent baking course. Receiving the package with the beautiful aprons was a fantastic pick-me-up. It’s so nice to have pretty handmade things, as opposed to the catastrophes I continually insist on creating. Take, for example, the toddler-sized comforter I recently sewed for Mr. C: