Domesticated. Kinda.

During the pandemic, when we were all scrambling to stay sane, I didn't jump on board the bread-making train but I did take a good look at my home life- the clutter we kept, the food we ate, the habits we had as a small family, and I didn't like what I saw. 

Fast forward to now, wherein I build towards becoming a prepper, and you can't tell me you haven't thought about it. I want control over the quality of the food my family eats and what it costs. I want to harness energy from the sun and the earth to heat and power my home. I want us living on a small compound where we can look after each other. And I know this is starting to sound cult-ish, but I've seen so much ugly behavior from people lately that it takes a whole lot to get me to leave the house. 

Since I'm indoors anyways, might as well be Suzy Homemaker, amiright? Well...

I try. But I don't live alone and my roommates 1) don't help with the home-keeping, and 2) make more of a mess than I can keep up with.

What I can do, I like to highlight sometimes online as Doña Ivelisse. 

I cook a lot; I do my own hair and nails; sometimes I do hair and nails for others; and I declutter and design cute spaces in my home. Most of it I document online for shits and giggles, not for any real clout or influencer dreams, because the thought of setting up a camera every time I decide to chop an onion or trim my own hait makes me want to lay down and never get back up. I do think I can use this space to speak on some of my favorite project more in the future, so there's that.

In the meantime if you haven't already, feel free to peruse my fun little IG. And when you're in town, give me a holler and maybe you'll get a dinner invite or a bag of complimentary bagels.

Love & Balls,

Jaded

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i let you live here for free

and I don't even charge you rent

i clean up all your messes

and I'm always there when you need to vent

and this is the thanks I get?