what my mom and a witch have in common

i am indeed living in my parents' house. there's red wine in the fridge, a freezer full of unrecognizable (and unlabeled) slabs of meat and industrial-sized vats of EVERYTHING, including coffeemate.

but i got the biggest reminder this morning when i needed to sweep the patio.

in their household, this is a broom:


i don't know if you know any filipino families personally or have been to their homes even, but i bet you a dollar that they own one of these babies. my mom swears by this broom and it is the only kind she will ever buy.

it's probably hard to tell in the photo above but it's only about two and half feet long, so one is forced to use a one-handed sweeping motion. i find it a little awkward and not to mention, tiring.

i don't know why it never occured to me growing up that it would be the perfect prop for a witch costume.