I feel like I've become suddenly domesticated. I've been working on unpacking and setting up my new place for the past weekish with the exception of this weekend when I went camping. When my boyfriend came and looked around for the first time since I unpacked a box, he said he could see the woman's touch I had.
And now I find myself ironing. Not the shirt I need for an interview later today, but my table linens. How did this happen?!