I guess it comes with the territory that when you have a large family, when you are an old Muslim woman in the shoe that people will assume certain things about you. I suppose you think this will be a negative post but au contraire! People have grand assumptions about me, positive to the max assumptions about me that don't fit me whatsoever. All I have to do is show up, not doing anything at all but people will think that I am a connoisseur of many talents. First of all is cooking. Everyone assumes that I am a master chef! That I spend most of my day cooking succulent feasts in a humid kitchen for my large sprawling family. That I cook foods from all Muslim ethnic groups. Sorry I rarely cook. What are my children starving? Not at all. My husband does the cooking. Gasp! This is unheard of right? I think I've mentioned many times how I hate cooking, no I loathe it. So I don't. Well I did cook a few times a week before but now maybe once a month. Why the decline? I got MS a few years ago if you have been reading my blog. I can't stand for long periods of time. I suppose if I LOVED cooking I would just sit and cook but nah. Even baking has taken a back seat which I love. Mostly my kids have taken over. Another assumption is that I sew all my own clothes and most likely my children's. Although I took a sewing course when I was pregnant for my 4th because Islamic clothes were so hard to find, I found I lacked the patience. Wash the material,measure the material, stretch the material,cut the material, sew the material..yadda,yadda...I got so frustrated with it. I love the idea of it but it takes a kind of soft,gentle type of woman for such pursuits and I'm the type to want things done yesterday! So sorry my clothes are off the rack. Third assumption; I embroider my own clothes. Wow! Another endeavour that takes patience. I don't even know how to embroider. Never thought of learning either although in all historical romance books that I read pre-Islam the ladies of the gentry would always be sitting around quietly embroidering. Nah, also not happening. Sorry my clothes are embroidered by lovely women overseas either by hand or by machine, not quite certain which. I don't have an eye for such things.
So I'm sorry to burst your bubble. I'm just a regular sort of person who happens to have a large family. You still love me though right?