While suffering at home alone with Toddler of Terror yesterday, I cheerfully “bucked up” and cooked a three-couse meal that included a salad course. I would never hand my toddler a cup of juice and the bag of Teddy Grahams and collapse back onto the couch.
When the four-course meal Teddy Grahams got crushed into the couch cushions and sprinkled across the hardwood floors, and failed to satisfy the toddler, I jumped up and whipped together a second healthy meal. I would never resort to feeding my child a dinner of milk, a buttered roll, and a bowl of blackberries and raspberries.
When the toddler got fussy, I certainly didn’t take the lazy route and just pop a soother in his mouth and cuddle him on the couch with me while watching Legally Blonde 2.
I kept my darling boy up with me until the last minute, savouring every minute with him. I definitely didn’t put him to bed 25 minutes early, just because my head COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Oh no.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, 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 as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)