I used to be an interesting person.
I know this because I have such interesting links in my favorites.
Or else I have much more faith in my home-making abilities than I should have.
I have been scrolling by this link on my work computer for a year and a half. Apparently, I seem to be deluding myself that I will actually quilt one day. But, that would mean pulling out my sewing machine and we all know that I am afraid of my sewing machine. And we will not mention the sites for finishing I have bookmarked.
I don't think I have ever had a Macaron, but they keep popping up in my popular culture references. I favorited this link after watching the Paris episodes of Sex and the City. We also watch The Great British Bakeoff at my part-time job and they had an episode where they were making them. There is a part of me that thinks it's inherently unfair that, somewhere, people can eat blackberry-peppermint macarons, but I have never seen a macaron available in any bakery in the Washington, DC area. But, I am the person who turned on her brand-new, sleek, black, Kitchenaid mixer . . . and attempted to blend my spatula into cookie batter.
This looks more my skillset.
I'm too chicken to take this on.
But I can see using this one a lot; after all, who has room in their house for a fully-stocked bar?
But, I don't just want to eat and cook. OK, I'd be perfectly happy to eat and cook all day . . . when I am not singing random pop songs to a not-quite-4-month old. High on her list is "We are Never Ever Getting Back Together," by Taylor Swift and "The Way You Are," by Bruno Mars.
By the way, here she is.
Anyway, as I was saying, at some point, I wanted to study more about Jane Austen.
So I bookmarked this site:
I think I deleted others when I realized I live in Crazyville, not Pemberly.
One day, I'm going to take a chance and go through these links and do something from them. Make a little baby quilt, do some baking (if I can find almond meal in Metro Crazyville), maybe find a way to incorporate Regency style into my world.
Maybe 2013 will be my year to live fearlessly . . . or at least more interestingly?