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Caroline Trentini for Vogue 2008. That's how I feel too love...
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Am I honestly the only woman in the world who hates cooking? Or are there others like me, who spots a double oven, or even worse a range, and inwardly shudders (and not in a good way)? God, it's just so boring and such a chore.
If I was to pick something I resented, about being a 'mother and wife', a symbol - it has to be the cooker.
Other things don't bother me, which is why I don't have a cleaner.
The kitchen sink? It's fine, in fact, I think I am the only person in the western world who doesn't own a dishwasher, because when I did have one, I didn't use it. And, I kind of like rubber gloves...
Vacuum cleaner? That's fine too. I insist on clean floors. No dirty shoes in my house.
The iron. Okay I admit I hate this one. I should pay someone to do this, but if I play loud music while ironing my beloveds shirts it's not too bad.
Marriage. I love being married (no I don't feel like I have lost my identity or 'power') and want to put the effort in.
Anyway, I've gone off track. Cooking. Ugh. If I was rich enough I'd have a personal chef. Or just eat out five nights of the week. I do not 'cook from the heart' for my family. I do not get pleasure from seeing them eat something I've spent hours over. The weekly food shop is so tedious I turn into a zombie and end up buying the same things. And I am not opposed to using instant potato (in fact I like the taste, especially smothered in grilled cheese - quick and delicious!), and I want to nod off just looking at a recipe...
Oh flip. I just need to stop thinking about it. It's only six hours until I have to look in the cupboard and russle somehting up again... Time to look at some more shoes!
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What a nightmare!
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