We all feel it. Those times when we are unsettled. Perhaps a few things haven’t gone our way. Little things hold fast and refuse to let go. An equilibrium is unsettled and unwelcome thoughts keep rising despite being pushed down. It’s when we know we shouldn’t sweat the small stuff and yet the small stuff is dripping out of our pores. The word discombobulated comes to mind. That itchy, unpleasant discomfort. I’m not talking about the big issues here. I’m not talking about grief or loss. This isn’t a post about what to do when something shakes your life. This is about how to wrest control back from the pesky little thoughts that have no business taking up so much mind space. Read more
One of the things I am facing on my no-buy year is how to keep clothes that are far from new, still looking fairly new. Here are 21 ways to get more longevity out of your clothes. Because they really shouldn’t be disposable items.
I have finally stopped fighting time. Not age, exactly, I think the hope in a jar will be around for some time yet. But I am tired of manipulating time. Trying to fit all the things into a tiny space and being surprised when it leaks.
Time does not bend in the ways I want it to. Things take a certain amount of time and they do not contract just because my time frame is short. And yet I try to push everything into small pockets of time and when those pockets explode at the seams they make me feel rushed and stressed. Confused as to why I couldn’t make it work. Busy. Busy. Busy. Read more
I’ve been thinking about Easter, it’s meaning and origins and how to explain it all to my young boys.
Easter is around the corner and along with it ALL THE CHOCOLATE. We are trying to steer away from a pile of sugar that will last well into July. So a cute alternative is making Easter-ey gifts without all the tin foil.
This little sand bunny is easy and fun to make. The squashy sand means that the kids can play with the shape of it. You could even make a large one to act as a door stop. Nothing like a useful bunny. Read more
I was talking shopping with the girl who was shaping my brows. We were chatting casually, as you do, in that artificial, intimate bubble. I told her about my year long no new clothes commitment. She thought I was slightly (admirably) nuts.
“I need new clothes,” she said immediately and then she paused “well, maybe I don’t but I’m bored with what I have.”
Ah, there is the crux of it really. One of the big issues with the no clothes commitment. Once the virtue of it all subsides, it is kind of boring. Read more