Growing up in the 50s and 60s, my highest goal was to be a housewife and mother. By the time I came of majority, it was 1970, and being a housewife was already somewhat of a weird and unusual thing. I stayed at home with my kids when they were young and would consider those the happiest years of my life. But then reality bit me, and bit me hard. I became a divorced mother of three who needed to make a living! I started college (at 42) and had my masters degree by the time I was 50. I had a good career, but my dream never changed. I wanted to be a homemaker.
And now, here I am, retired, and able to stay at home and do all the things I love, and without a pesky husband or any children to worry about!
I took the long way to get here, and most of the things I do, I do the long way, hence the name.
I hope you will enjoy reading about my cooking, canning, knitting, quilting, and a host of other things I generally do the long way.