There is that old adage, but so many people sort of equate that with family. What happens when you are the only body in a house? How do you make it home?
I think it might be slightly different for the very young, who might feel their solitary domestic condition is a temporary one, but for some of us, we are in it for the longer term.
And honestly, who wants to live like a college student at 40 something? And what happens to those of us who are sincerely interested in the domestic arts, cooking, crafting, decorating. So much seems to be geared toward making things wonderful for family domeciles, recipes feed 4-6, magazines are full of childrens room ideas and articles on ‘secrets of a feminine bedroom that your husband will still sleep in’.
I think there is a way to do the domestic thing, without being the proverbial old cat loving lady. (not that i dislike cats, but there is a stereotype there)
Why not attack the household loveliness as a single person, after all….revlon tells me ‘I am worth it’!