My one-year-old son picked out my clothes today, and I wore them. I didn’t have the energy to care.
After whining to Darling Husband and my mom on the phone, I was disappointed when I realized I didn’t have anyone else to call to whine some more.
I almost burst into tears when I realized the curtains I had just washed, dried, and struggled to hang up — you can thank the toddler’s spaghetti-sauce hands for using them as NAPKINS — were totally wrinkled and look like shit.
The only food in this entire house that appeals to me is frozen hashbrowns. And I’m too tired to cook them.
I am grateful to have TV as a babysitter here and there, but I am SO READY to murder a Bubble Guppy.
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.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it 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 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.)