I am not Martha Stewart. I am not June Cleaver. I am not even on the level of my mum who, bless her heart, did her best to train me. The simple fact is that I’m an indifferent housekeeper. There is dust on the wainscoting. And the tops of the bookcases. And in the summer…
I haven’t posted since Christmas Eve because I’ve been on the road. And let me tell ya, I’ve seen enough snow to last me for the rest of the year. On a happy note, my folks came from Canada for a two-week visit. For Christmas, my mom gave my DH an envelope and told him,…
During the holidays, all bets (and resolutions and gram counts) are off. Weight has no meaning, and yoga pants are my friends. We can all eat holiday goodies with impunity, right? This year the women in our neighborhood came up with a great idea: a cookie exchange party. Instead of spending days and days making…
A friend of mine just pointed me to this video and it was so fabulous I just have to pass it on. I have great wads of California King sized fitted sheets clogging up my linen closet, so this is a gift for me. Enjoy! How to fold a fitted sheet on YouTube (which I’m…
About once a year one of my hens gets sick. Sometimes it’s an actual injury, such as when Lacey discovered s/he was Luke and proceeded to mate enthusiastically with anything female within reach. Unfortunately for Cocoa, he was a big boy, and she suffered neurological damage that took months to heal. Sometimes a hen will…