So, for some inexplicable reason I decided after spending a day with one foot in my office and one in my kitchen cooking tonight’s dinner, why not bake? In order to make all of this domestic diva stuff more palatable I cranked up my stereo to listen to Stevie. I am a far sight right now from the cool as I pull out the first batch of chocolate chip cookies but If Anyone Falls in Love with my feminine flare here, it will be my husband.

The other evening I played her CD and DVD, I get into zones like that where I saturate myself in the music of an artist. Still in that space two days later I am pulling out each of her Cd’s and having my own private concert. Given that cooking remains my least favourite thing to do, Stevie Nicks music is being used currently as a therapeutic tool. Similar to art therapy this music is helping me express a side of myself that I keep well hidden.

My fear, if I show my domestic side in the kitchen too often I will be expected to be in there more often. Stevie right now is keeping it real. I listen to her voice and I have to Stand Back for a moment as I’m instantly transported out of this kitchen into a whole other time in my life. Don’t get me wrong,  its not like I need the full escape; reeling back my years to be somewhere on The Edge of Seventeen, but when I’m cooking I need to be in the head space that this is not my only reality.

Instead of the apron I begrudgingly look down at…. in my mind I’m wearing my black boots and an outfit with a combination of Leather and Lace and in front of me on the stage is one of the Queens of rock! Right in the middle of all of this rockin out…the timer goes off…I’ve got to get my cookies out of the oven. I Can’t Wait until the next kitchen adventure with Stevie.

Edge of Seventeen