I love thrift stores. In my books, they’re a very close second to garage sales (because the ability to barter trumps the “Say whaa…?” prices that I occasionally see in the second-hand stores). The trouble is, in the damp, nearly-spring weather, garage sales are few and...
I have a very blacky-brown thumb (instead of the customary green one) when it comes to plants. I have good intentions, but I oftentimes get distracted or lazy, and then my garden or houseplant learns to hate me. I’ve decided to spend some time this year working on this lack-of-talent....
I really love crafts where you don’t have to shell out a gazillion dollars in order to reach the finished product. This is especially true when the kids are involved; there’s no telling whether the craft is going to be a huge bust and end up with tears and paint splattered all over...
We’re a big fan of “arts and crafts” ’round these parts, and for many reasons: These activities hold their interest for a lot longer than the typical 3 minutes any other activity earns. It sparks their imagination – often leading to long narratives of adventure and...
I was aimlessly wandering around the interweb the other day, and I came across a post on Balancing Home showing her spring mantle decor – featuring eggs in nests as specimen art. I loved the look, but Megan wrote that she had found her little nests on clearance – last year –...
I know, I know… the nineties called, and they want that bread maker back – and maybe the Alanis Morrissette c.d., too – but they can’t have either! I am the proud owner of a bread maker, and I actually use it! I do make loaves of bread from time to time, but I find […]
It’s done! I’ve tackled (one of) the most disorganized areas of the house! My pantry has been a bone of contention for years; it was awkward, messy, and prone to spills and lost things. I was a big fan of the “chuck and close” technique of organization – you chuck...
Once upon a time, there was a strange little cupboard that existed in a hallway. It was just the right size to house canned goods and foods that didn’t quite fit into the spice cupboard. It was awkward – like a cupboard still stumbling through puberty. I often ignored it or cursed...
