On Saturday, I did not act like a wild animal foraging for food — simply because Darling Husband was at work until mid-afternoon, and we were low on groceries.
When he got home, I did not burst into tears and cry, “I’m soooo hunnnngrrryyyyyy!” and “We didn’t have anything to eaaaaaaaat!”
I did not make him take me immediately to the grocery store, despite my empty stomach.
I did not knaw on (his) candy Nerds rope to tide me over until we reached the store.
Once we arrived at the grocery store, I definitely didn’t proceed to grab at anything within reach. I made a list beforehand, and was very orderly about the whole thing.
When we reached the checkout line, I did not take one look at the length of the line, and go wait in the car.
Before leaving to wait (hungrily) in the car, I did not beg Darling Husband to let me open the bag of blue cornchips so I could take a handful with me. He was definitely not horrified, and I would never argue that we were about to pay for it, and the cashier wouldn’t care if the bag was open or not. I totally won the argument.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)