This weekend I reached the threshold of my domestic goddessism, and it looked like inside of a Bundt pan.
First, in case you’re new here, a disclaimer: I am the self-proclaimed queen of uncrafty and I rarely bake, so the space we’re talking about is pretty tight already. Claustrophobic. But I set a mean table and we entertain frequently enough that my family knows the lead-in to these situations. Which looks a little like this:
(For the record, Mike could only watch the first 30 seconds of this video before muttering something about PTSD and leaving).
“I want this place looking like Disney on Ice in one minute.” Chris Fleming, you’re my hero.