I love a day that starts with me putting on an apron and then it never comes off. It starts with making breakfast for the family then making Joe bread, then dinner to bring a friend who had a baby, then dinner for us, and cookies to freeze for the weekend. I’m a little wife and mother and homemaker, except I’m very tall and have a full time job (usually?) and can’t remember the last time I used an apron (thank you Maid Brigade.) I bring home the bread and the bacon, but also I make them. Beneath my apron is activewear, so that I can burn off all of it. I am everything at once, but if you look close I’m just little pieces, decorations to sprinkle on cupcakes, flaked salt for the vegetables.