You know, most of the time I'm really OK with not being a "traditional" girly-housewifey type. I don't own lipgloss or a curling iron; my choices in "supportive undergarments" tend toward sports bras rather than Victoria's Secret; I don't own a knife sharpener; and I honestly couldn't tell you what a good price for tomatoes is.
Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not stereotyping here. My "Princess Bride" sister can manage all of these things and more - including the best pie pastry ever - and she owns a Swiss Army knife which puts my own to shame and can whip up a duct-tape wallet in about 7 minutes flat. (Also, her house is usually much cleaner than mine, and she owns an ironing board to boot!)
And most days, I am totally fine with the fact that my skills and interests and inclinations lie elsewhere.
Most days. But every once in awhile, I feel like I'm missing something crucial. It's not that I'm feeling a crazy need for an ironing board at this point, or that I'm likely to acquire a Kitchen-Aid mixer any time soon...but I ask you:
IS there, in fact, a way to change a duvet cover without practically having to climb inside the fracking thing, or getting all tangled up in it like some kind of abstract fabric origami performance art piece?