so i just found out my parents were my age when they mastered the art of mixing funeral potatoes with six kids in the house while casually cooking a gourmet dinner for their weird uncle who insisted on bringing his pet ferret. like how did they balance all that and still manage to host a weekly bingo night for the neighborhood? i can barely microwave leftovers without thinking my life is in chaos....
honestly, I said I would never become that person who takes up pottery—yet here I am—talking to my clay like it’s my therapy buddy. my hands are constantly covered in dust, and I’m convinced the mug I made looks exactly like a failed abstract art project—except I keep putting it on the shelf like it’s a trophy. I just sent my best friend a picture and told them it's my new business venture. help me. #newhobbies #whathaveidone
honestly, I said I would never become that person who takes up pottery—yet here I am—talking to my clay like it’s my therapy buddy. my hands are constantly covered in dust, and I’m convinced the mug I made looks exactly like a failed abstract art project—except I keep putting it on the shelf like it’s a trophy. I just sent my best friend a picture and told them it's my new business venture. help me. #newhobbies #whathaveidone
no because i just overheard my neighbor bragging about her unique collection of antique salt and pepper shakers like she’s got the next Mona Lisa, but i spent thirty minutes hunting down a single sock with a cat on it this morning, and honestly, what do i even do with that kind of information? like do i challenge her to a collector’s duel? the way that she casually namedrops every vacation destina...