Yes, you are in the right place, and no, I haven’t totally lost my ambition to pare our possessions down. I still want the things that take up space in our home to be both useful and beautiful, and if they aren’t, for them to be removed. What I’ve recognized as I’ve discarded more and more though, is that the truly desirable items are the ones that I can use in a dozen ways. Glass jars are that type of item.
My desk organizer is a utensil holder from Ikea with a glass jar nested inside of it. Pens and pencils go in the jar and scissors go outside of it. It keeps everything neat and organized and my pens don’t fall over in the large space.
With all the sewing I do, I have buttons, zippers, lace and velcro coming out of my ears. I use glass jars to keep my various fasteners and trimmings organized. Baby food jars are the perfect size for storing grommet sets. This application also works exceptionally well in garages and workshops for nails, washers, zip-ties and screws.
Sometimes leftovers are something you know you will be keeping for a while before you use them again. Things like olives, that you haven’t used an entire can of, will fit perfectly with their juice into an empty jam jar. Bigger jars work as a more spill-proof way to keep liquidy foods, like leftover soup. Sometimes you’re just already using all your tupperware and have something more to store (holidays and parties, I’m lookin at you), glass jars are a good temporary stand in.
I said the other day that to get myself to drink more water, I use a 32 ounce water bottle. I didn’t go out and buy a big water bottle, I simply washed out an old juice bottle and refill it.
Finding a storage container is one of the challenges of making your own beauty products. Since it goes in the shower, I don’t suggest using glass for your homemade shampoo (soap & water + glass = slippery bottle = possible broken glass disaster) but it would be a great solution for an oil cleansing mix.
Please don’t tell me my Mr. is the only one who comes home with 3 lbs of coins in their pockets every night. I simply won’t believe you. I have 4 different glass jars that the coins get sorted into and when I’m heading somewhere I know I’ll be using a parking meter, I can easily grab a stack of quarters.
Simply place a candle in the bottom and the jar will protect the flame from the wind.
Happy Memorial Day everybody! In honor of the start of summer, I just had to have a recipe for something on the grill today.
Monday is Memorial Day, so it’s full steam ahead, we’re into summer! And summer means getting together with friends and family to hang out in the beautiful weather, grill food and enjoy each other’s company.
What on earth is my patio set doing when we’re not using it?!? Even if we’ve used it a few days before, the combination of dust, pollen and, I don’t know, what’s the mud version of acid rain? seems to leave a film of crud on everything. Use a wet paper towel and wipe everything down. Your sister’s white pants will thank you.
I don’t actually mean drink drinks. If you’re having a party, chances are a few of those are going to show up, even if you don’t buy anything. What I mean are non-alcoholic, hydrating drinks. If you’re going to have kids at your party, they’re obviously not going to be hitting the beer cooler, and even if there won’t be kids at your party, make sure you have some water or juice on hand for DDs, pregnant guests or guests smart enough to not want to kill themselves the next morning after too much booze in the hot, hot sun.
Please? I burn like paper. Even with sunscreen. And a hat. A chair under a big tree or an umbrella are life savers for me. There are more like me than you think. The Irish are a prolific people.
And by “sickness” I mean malaria…or West Nile…or insanity caused by itchy, itchy bug bites. Nobody likes being a dinner buffet for bitey little winged monsters. Screened porches, citronella candles or spray on repellent. Pick your poison, just make sure you have a plan.
Last week I wrote a post for you detailing how to choose a pattern, determine your size and figure out which pattern pieces you needed to use. This week I’m going to explain to you what those crazy lines and triangles all over your pieces mean.
o your pattern, you’re ready to go. Cut your pieces out of the fabric, creating your notches as you go. Now hold on for a minute, you lucky duck, while I give a little more information for people like me, who have strangely long/short torsos/arms/legs.
As a new gardener, there is still a lot for me to learn. One thing I have learned (the hard way, of course) is just how important mulching is.
Yes!! Even less work! Mulch is like house elves for your garden. Garden gnomes even. The wood sucks up moisture and it works as a barrier between the soil and the air, keeping water from evaporating as quickly. Plus, keeping the weeds out means the plants you want aren’t competing for water with the plants you don’t want (weeds). Note that some plants don’t like all that water and you’ll want to keep mulch away from their bases.
Mulch doesn’t last forever. Yes, it’s sort of a bummer that you have to occasionally top it up to keep the weed killing benefits, but, when the mulch breaks down, it works as compost for your soil. Not a terrible trade off, right?
Remember how I said that the mulch works as a barrier that keeps in the moisture? It also works to regulate the ground temperature. That means that the ground stays warmer at night and takes longer to get hot during the day. It takes some of the stress off of your plants, so they can focus on growing.
Everybody has heard the phrase “the terrible twos”. There’s a reason. Whoa boy has it been getting crazy up in here with G lately. He’s 3 months into being 2 years old and is finally starting to get into the swing of it.
If you’ve got a 2 year old, I don’t have to tell you that they want to do things by themselves. “Me do it!” is probably a phrase you hear enough that it has etched itself onto your eardrums permanently. Obviously you can’t let your little one do everything, but I’ve found that the more I do let G do, the less he freaks out when I tell him he can’t do something.Every morning he picks his own pants. The drawer they are in is one of the lowest ones so he is able to see into it and pull them out. Once he has picked a pair, I pick a shirt to go with them. It makes him happy because he gets to pick, but since I pick his top, it keeps him from constantly looking like a colorblind hobo. Of course, occasionally, during the day he decides he now hates the pants he’s wearing and wants to change them. He yanked the pair of pj pants above (recognize the fabric?) out of a basket of laundry we were folding and put them on himself. We weren’t going anywhere that afternoon, so *shrugs* no harm no foul, right?I try to incorporate giving him some control into most activities during the day. I give him 3 options for breakfast and let him pick what he wants. He decides if he wants milk (coffee/tea), water or juice to drink. He decides if we’ll take the wagon or the stroller with us when we go on a walk. He decides which story we read before his nap. The important part is to give them lots of choices that you can live with. No letting them decide if they’re going to take a nap for instance, but let them pick out which blanket they’ll sleep with.With things he has to do (but doesn’t necessarily want to) I give him the option of doing it himself or my doing it for him. If he stalls, I give him til the count of 5 to decide before “Mama does it” becomes the only option. 9 times out of 10 he’s brushing his own teeth/heading upstairs for his nap/going inside by the time I get to 3.
Oh it’s a good thing the Mr. and I are just big kids are heart. This one has saved our skin more times than I can count. G doesn’t always want to get into his carseat, but he loves being sung to. Turns out that I can convince him to happily get in the car and in his seat if I promise (and then deliver of course!) to sing Ray Charles’ “Hit the Road Jack” once he’s strapped in. Yup, I’m a dork, but if all it takes to keep my baby from screaming bloody murder when we get in the car is his mama belting out old Motown songs? Well Mama’s gonna belt ’em.
Thankfully for us, G has never been one to skip naps. My boy loves him some sleep. I understand I’m crazy lucky in that, but I think a big part of it is that we work really hard to let him wear himself out. Whenever the weather is nice enough I try to make sure that G and I get out for a walk. We always take a stroller or wagon with us (for when he gets tired), but the thing is…he pushes/pulls it. I check with him frequently to see if he’s ready to climb in and be pulled, but until he says yes, we keep walking. He’s a little trooper, my monkey. He regularly makes the mile and a half walk to the library and one of his favorite evening pursuits is pulling the wagon in laps around our house. He loves being the big boy who is in charge of the wagon or stroller and I love that we’re both getting exercise and that it helps him sleep.