Let’s Make Orange Pomanders!
I can cook. I mean… I can really cook. I can walk around in a pair of heels without looking like a weirdo…. and I know how to apply lip liner if the occasion requires.
I am not, however, a domestic goddess. Not at all. Nope.
I’m not one of those ladies who has Christmas ornaments in the basement. I don’t have a shelving system dedicated to wrapping paper and corresponding ribbons. I don’t even know what a holiday wreath is. Stockings by the fire? Shut it. Yule logs burning? What are you even talking about? Beautifully decorated Christmas tree? No… I just.. I just… I don’t have that.
It’s cool. I can’t be everything. I don’t even want to be everything. You know what I do want to be…? I want to be like Nigella Lawson covered in caramel… because then Christmas trees don’t really matter at all.
Oh, and just to be safe… I’ll put a mini Santa hat on my cat and call it a day.
My house smells like Orange Pomanders… I gotta go. The caramel is boiling.
If you’re a spazzzzz like me… here’s a little lesson on properly securing the ribbon.
It’s not a Christmas bow, but I love it all the same.