I'm not really sure when or how it happened, but it would seem as though I've caught the bug of domesticity.  Perhaps it's the season (the golden trees, the crisp air, or the imminence of holiday festivities).  Whatever the reason, I can't seem to stop cooking, cleaning, and shopping...for groceries of all things! (and maybe some shoes too...I've not completely lost all sense).  But now I'm hearing myself say things like "sautee", "simmer" and "babe will you run to the store; we're out of cumin".

To highlight the extreme nature of my condition, here are just a few of my purchases from yesterday:

-a new MAC lipstick

-a black peacoat

-a pair of sparkly earrings

-2 bulbs of fennel...?

Who is this girl?!

For now, I figure I'll just embrace it.  The scariest part of this whole transformation is that I'm truly enjoying it.  I love how the apartment consistently smells like home cooked food, I always have clean (and color coordinated) clothes, and most importantly, I haven't managed to catch anything on fire, or lose a finger yet (however there have been a couple of close calls).  Someone please kill me if I start knitting, collecting dolls, or develop a sudden fascination for cats.