🧺 An Announcement 🧺

New blog here, 100% agree!!

Anyone else ever follow a seemingly cute tradlife/cottagecore/homesteading blog, only to cringe and hit the unfollow button when you’re scrolling through your dash and see them reblog some vitriolic anti-choice post about how evil abortion is, and how consenting to sex is consenting to pregnancy?? Or is it just me that that happens to all the time?

Clearly I need to find more progressive bloggers with an interest in femininity to follow. I know there are more of us, despite the majority of the community being conservative! To me, there are few things more traditionally feminine than the practice of caring for and protecting ones’ own body and choosing what’s best for it (and your family). Women have been making tinctures to prevent pregnancy (carrot seed, anyone?) and brewing teas to end unwanted ones for literally as long as humanity has existed. Midwifery as a folk practice often included mentoring young women in safe sexual practices for the time, and family planning was of paramount seriousness in a world where childbirth was dangerous and children died so young. Where is my representation for that traditional femininity–the kind that cherishes pregnancy and infants, but understands the importance of being able to choose the right time for them?

I invite anyone who disagrees with this to kindly unfollow me. And for those of you who do agree, please reblog and help me find more like-minded, feminist blogs that still enjoy homemaking and traditional interests!

Now that sounds like one peaceful life!

I just want a nice home. A nice home to clean, decorate, & make warm, welcoming, & safe for not only my family & I, but for those in our lives. A home that people look forward to stepping foot in, not dread.

I want a husband who is not only my best friend, but my soul-mate & provider. Who I know always has things under control. Who makes me feel safe, like he'll never stop loving me. Like I can always depend on him. Like he'll never hurt me & I'll never live in fear again.

I want children. Children that I can care for, love, & play with all day. Children that will always know that mommy & daddy always have their best interests at heart. Who know mommy & daddy love each other just as much as they love them, so they can grow up with a healthy view of what a relationship should be. Children that I can tuck in at night after reading a story to, after having given a nice warm bath & can chase around the house or out in the yard during the day.

I want a nice, big kitchen that I can cook & bake in. A kitchen that always has food waiting to be eaten that I made for those I love. They'll never have to worry about going hungry. None of us will.

I want pets that we can play with & brush & give treats & new toys to. Pets that will settle down with us at night in front of a fire in chilly evenings & will be a part of our family.

I want a garden. One where I grow food to use for recipes. One where my children are free to learn how to use their hands to dig into the soil to plant their favorite fruits or vegetables.

I want a calm, loving life. I want to settle down. I don't need to travel the world. I don't need to be famous or rich. I just want simplicity. But for some reason, it feels like asking for that is what's known as too much nowadays.

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

Morning skincare:

Cleanse

Tone

Serum

Moisturise

Sunscreen

evening skincare:

Cleanse

Exfoliate

Serum

Moisturise

Sleep mask or oil

Happy International Asexuality Day! 🖤🤍💜

Happy Pride Month Everyone!!!

Oh my, I believe this qualifies as “relationship goals” <3

I finally watched The Sound of Music and like I get it now, I get it. 

It’s a beautiful two hour love story of a strict man finally opening his heart again and then a fifty minute public service announcement to hate the nazis. Brilliant.

Wanting a man to provide for you doesn’t mean you’re incapable. Of course you’re capable. But it’s nice to have someone help you and take of you. That doesn’t mean you can’t do those things yourself. That just means someone loves you enough to make your life that bit easier <3

FUCK OFF IF YOUR BLOG IS 18+ I’M SICK OF IT

Are you. Fucking kidding me

Happy International Womxn’s Day!

To all who identify with the feminine~