farmhousegirl

Civilised depravity, utterly. Dishwashing tethered to sinks, home-cooked desserts from the nude bodies of fellow travellers, canine puppies nosing confusedly at the human variety, long, hot baths in delightful company. It's too much to describe, but it's challenging in the best possible ways. I adore how creative and unexpected this space is. I'm pushed and pushed and grow and grow.

I think I could love being this kind of housegirl. Domesticity with muscle and mud and animal-wrangling. Messy, demanding, rewarding, endless work.

The party deserves it's own post but I'm busy (I've been busy for days and no sign of let-up). I'll get to it- for sure- maybe once I'm home. We're completely floodbound, so that could be awhile.