Hey.
Workin’ up a new song… So I wanted to ask y’all what you thought about when you read: Domestic Diva or Disaster.
Give me ideas. Phrases. Words. Images. Stories.
Commence brainstorming.
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When I read the title of your post I thought about whether or not you were going to talk about not wanting your nails to break when you’re working in the kitchen or not liking the smell of onions to be in your hair LOL. No but I really didn’t think that was it cause you’re so not like that. That is how I’d define the domestic diva vs. disaster thing though. The woman in heels, long pretty nails, hair perfect, with a designer apron trying to avoid getting dirty.
I hope that helps
Lots of love XO
Mandy,
Domestic Diva (more diva than Domestic) pushes my mind to the check out lines at grocery stores and the magazines that line them and how annoying the magazine covers are cause all of 1% of them are appropriate for seeing. And that makes me think of how twisted our ‘appreciation’ of the female body is. Which makes the fact it’s in a grocery store even worse cause the usual demographic of the gals in the grocery stores are wives/moms who probably aren’t too thrilled with the way their bodies appear and certainly would never want their body on one of those covers. Thus they stay at home in frumpy sweat pants (full circle to domestic now) with an unhealthy view of themselves. And my mind never gets to Disaster.
How’s that for a bunch of chauvinistic generalizations?
But you asked. So I feel no guilt whatsoever.
girl. im all disaster. i wanta be june cleaver- but im more like i love lucy. yah. no diva. youve seen it first hand.
the glamour mama/housewife is on tv. not in the real home.
did answer your question? i dont think so.
im tired. leave me alone.
It makes me think of the times I’ve had great intentions in the kitchen and end up with a mess. Like forgetting the sugar in a pie or turning on the wrong burner and melting my timer.
pq- ues. i did that with choc. chip cookies last week. they became little drop cakes.
not good.
fail.
“ues” is french slang for “yes”
makes me think about self-centered people doing something, which in their mind is good, but really just destroys the larger world (i thought of one day marriages, eating disorders because of glamour taboos, etc.)
I don’t want to ever be a diva, because that takes the realness out of me, puts pressure to be perfect, and never allowing to make mistakes and have those evergrowing teachable moments.
when i read domestic diva or disaster i think…
sometimes its sweats till noon, other days out the door at the crack of dawn, keeping ‘it’ all together (for everyone else) while inside Im falling apart, shuffle, organize, find a way to make it work, feel an ache, shove it down, keep on movin, smile and sigh, trying to convince myself this is all worthwhile.
Hope that gets yer song writin juices goin…:)
Great header pic girl!
Domestic Diva or Disaster…
First thing that came to mind was a prissy girl in heels and a froo-froo apron doing housework and the disaster that remained when she was “finished” working. Quite the comical image. The phrase itself to me is two terms for the same thing; the former being the positive way of looking at things and the latter being the negative and more commonly accepted viewpoint.
I love that you are including our readers in your creative process. You make me smile!
june cleaver
i love lucy
martha stewart???
hmmm…. divas. yes.
ME? not so much!
Love these ideas! Keep brainstorming!!!
I really like Gchyayles’s “The woman in heels, long pretty nails, hair perfect, with a designer apron trying to avoid getting dirty.”
The first thing I think of is the Bree character on Desperate Housewives. Everything must be perfect and she is very competitive. If someone compliments another women about their cooking, cleaning she get jealous.
I see a women who strives to be, and be seen, as the perfect “housewife” but when alone in her room she falls apart crying. Perfectly confident in public but filled with self doubt when alone.
I remember a short film about a women preparing the perfect dinner party. She goes up stairs and takes a bath. As she dreams we see that she is really alone and that there is no party.
Her friends all think she is a Domestic Diva never clutter on the floor, but whatever you do don’t open the closet doors.
-the mom who volunteers for everything at school, but neglects her family.
-gives advice about a friend’s marriage, while hers is falling apart.
-kids are well behaved, but no one’s having fun.
-kids basic needs are met, but doesn’t say “I love you.”
I think I’ve been all of these things at some point.
the words domestic diva makes me think of a blonde woman in a fluffy pink nightie and heels loading the dishwasher. Sorry, can’t really help what pops into my head.
I like disaster. That I can relate to.
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Ed: ouch. Now that is just sad…
Using the blog theme pic…totally Domestic Diva…if I start putting out words here, I’ll end up writing it…thats the danger of being a writer:) So I will just leave you with that…and hold it in, and you don’t know how hard that is to do!
dang it.
She turns to the left and sees the man on a bench,
thinks of her own life, what she’s been through,
when her 15 min will begin, and also thinks of when it will end.
Looking into his eyes from the distance she stands,
his is about to end.
She can’t help but let the tears well up, and smile.
Today is the beginning, while everythingelse wilts around her, and the street lights turn to red.
Today, is her day.
And she will shine.
DANG IT MANDY!!
ed watches desperate housewives?
love it!!!
OOOoooo… So much good stuff to work with!
i am such a domestic disaster.
Within the first three months of our marriage, I cut out a very apt cartoon. It had a lady standing at the doorway to a house where everything had burnt down. The gent was clearly coming home from work, briefcase in hand and he looks at her. She says “How was your day?”
Domestic Diva – Nigella, Martha Stewart
some quick thoughts…
Domestic Diva or Disaster
Domestic Diva shining so bright
Domestic Diva appear to have things right
Domestic Diva running with the cool gang
Domestic Diva living without much thought
Holes can be seen through the personality facade
Disaster is looming when life takes a turn
Fulfillment is lacking and things just aren’t right
Life must mean more than to live it without thought
Domestic Diva or Disaster
A choice to be made….
Not sure if this went through the first time… so here ya go… just a couple of rambling lines.
Domestic Diva or Disaster
Domestic Diva shining so bright
Domestic Diva appear to have things right
Domestic Diva running with the cool gang
Domestic Diva living without much thought
Holes can be seen through the personality facade
Disaster is looming when life takes a turn
Fulfillment is lacking and things just aren’t right
Life must mean more than to live it without thought
Domestic Diva or Disaster
A choice to be made….
yes.
A woman–say, a songwriter–hits the big time. Becomes famous. But she is ill-equipped to deal with the pressures, the publicities, the false attention, and the shallow friends.
She becomes a diva, can’t handle it, doesn’t like it so her life becomes a disaster.
At the end of the song, of course, she goes to Georgia to visit her family and somehow meets a man who grew up in the northeast of America. As usual, he plays the part of the “coyote trickster” and gets her back on track.
aliteration.
sorry.