i'm addicted to organic party mix.

For the past few birthday's and Christmases, I have been given gifts that fall into a very specific category: the domestication of Katie. Here is a brief list of things I've been given over the past few years:
- a steam mop.
- numerous cook books
- a toaster
- a blender
- a gravy-stained lace tablecloth
- Martha Stewarts Housekeeping Handbook (which I have consulted for two things: cockroaches & mildew)

For my birthday my parents gave me this:


(I asked for it.)

Since yesterday, I've been in a sewing frenzy, hemming pants and fixing the hole in the armpit of my black dress that's been there since Sonic Youth this summer. I also made this:


So this domesticity overload has gotten me wondering how all of this happened. This time last year I was running around, going out every night, seeing a bazillion shows and gallery openings and other ridiculous events. I was NEVER home. But, for the past few weeks, I have been sitting in my apartment, knitting and drawing and baking and cooking and, now, sewing (and rather ironically, sewing something I can wear while baking... in my apartment). WHO HAVE I BECOME? Hopefully this will be alleviated by the coming spring weather.