It's been a long, postless week, friends. Sometimes The Grind gets the best of me, and I can't seem to juggle the 38 hours of retail, the 24/7 relationship (we live and work together, and I wouldn't have it any other way), the cookery, the photography, the writing, and the laundry. My poor philodendron was looking drab from lack of watering, to top it all off.
Sometimes I just have to wait for my weekend to get things done. And sometimes I rely on my other half to pick up the slack.
And pick up the slack, she has. My sweetheart, that is. Hard at work in our shoebox of a kitchen, throwing this and that into a pan and delighting my senses with her dinnertime creations. (Plus her sweet, little soul just asked me to come into the kitchen so she could show me how she cleaned out the fridge. What a doll.)
Sometimes I just have to wait for my weekend to get things done. And sometimes I rely on my other half to pick up the slack.
And pick up the slack, she has. My sweetheart, that is. Hard at work in our shoebox of a kitchen, throwing this and that into a pan and delighting my senses with her dinnertime creations. (Plus her sweet, little soul just asked me to come into the kitchen so she could show me how she cleaned out the fridge. What a doll.)
