GIving In

Anne Shirley has recently reminded me to love my imagination and I appreciate her, fictional as she is, for her contribution. My imagination doesn't require the maintenance of my real house, or at least, not quite so much. The supposed law of entropy does.not.apply in my imagination. Not that I despise housework, I actually love being the clean and cook and manage the house housewife...my energy is just not always up to the demands :-) I live mostly in a castle, sometimes a cabin in the woods - always where the land is beautiful and I am in white...and usually in a dress. Femininity is not so difficult to achieve there, at least my hair is not quite so prone to frizz and hard to manage tendencies! Somehow the havens of my imagination strengthens me and thus far I live more in the real day in and day out to worry about losing my way home out of imagination and into the meat and potatoes of a real day. Maybe all this is why I'm learning to love cake making, it brings the femininity of my imagination into the reality of necessary celebrations. Yes, cakes. Sweet and unnecessary for the substance of life but quite necessary for the enjoyment of such!