I quit my job in November. Saying that in this economy usually gets me a bewildered stare. My plan was to immediately get another job, but, 3 months later, that still hasn’t happened. At first I felt guilty. People would ask me, with concerned looks on their faces, “have you found a job yet? how’s it going?”
My husband and I LOVE the show “Mad Men”, set in the 1960’s, and so my husband jokingly started referring to me as a “housewife”. I put that title in quotes because I think it comes with a certain stigma and one that I’m not too happy with. When I say housewife, I am certainly not referring to those of the “Real” [enter extravagant city here] variety. Trust me, the closest I get to Dior and Chanel is the Bravo network. But, when our moms were young, it was accepted, if not expected for women to stay at home and manage the household. I am by no means anti-feminist, but I do think there’s a happy medium between the careers women long to have and the families that deserve to have them.
However you define it, somewhere along the way, I found myself enjoying being a “housewife”. The stress from my previous job melted away and I started to allow myself to read a guilty pleasure book, workout for as long as I wanted to, take hours planning and putting together elaborate meals, and even *gasp* watching “Oprah”.
My very stylish friend encouraged me to start this blog. (you can check out her blog at www.kristenmorton.tumblr.com) I hope that I can encourage women to embrace their crafty sides, tap into their thrifty sides, attempt a meal they never thought they could pull off, throw a party for no reason, and just make their house their own. Because, let’s face it: whether you’re a career woman working 80 hours a week or a stay-at-home mom with 4 kids, we are all queens of our domains.