Nobody knows that I am incredibly domestic. Well, maybe a few people do. Though, of those who are aware of my diva domesticity, they don’t know the half of it.

Truth is, I envy stay at home moms. Well, that’s not entirely honest. I’m not a mom, and I’m not ready to be one. It’s just that, when I take inventory, the things I find myself thoroughly enjoying tend to involve homemaking (shhhh…don’t tell).

I love to cook, I love to decorate, I love to clean.

Well, maybe I don’t love to clean. But I do get this entirely giddy feeling of accomplishment when I finish cleaning the house and everything looks just ‘so’.

I also crave the opportunity to decorate my house. It doesn’t have to be a big house. I’d be thrilled to decorate a one bedroom condo. I just want to decorate – choose paint colors, fabrics, furniture, accessories. The excitement, I’m telling you, it’s almost as good as chocolate, which itself, is almost as good as sex. So you see…this is good. Not a day goes by that I don’t have a thought about what I could do to make the living room cozier, the kitchen more useful, the bedroom more inviting. I have tons of ideas, and I ache for a blank canvas to work on.

And here’s a surprise (at least for anyone who knew me when I was younger) – I love to cook. I check out cookbooks from the library. I surf the internet for unique recipes. My guilty pleasure is marthastewart.com. She has yet to post a disappointing recipe.

So there you are. That’s my secret for today – I’m a domestic diva of sorts. Maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you in on another secret next week – an even juicier one.

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