When should you throw away your sewing project?


Halloween’s in two days, and I almost abandoned ship on this one.  The helmet.  The eye holes in the helmet.  I tried cutting them a few different ways.  Tried stitching around them (that just made it worse).  Then I was almost out of the blue fabric, so I had to awkwardly piece together the top of the thing.  It’s just not my best work.

I started thinking of what his pre-K teachers would think at his Halloween party when they pulled out this awkward costume I sped through, attempting to upcycle what are, admittedly, kind of ragged old t-shirts.  I thought about how my son might feel when he sees another Captain America looking like this.  And the project was taking too long.  Way longer than I’d imagined it’d take.

But then my son came home from preschool.  And he was so excited.  I finished the project, for better or for worse.  And Captain America is wearing blue jeans, too.  Because he does that sometimes, right?

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But then I look at these pictures and feel the nostalgia that raggedy homemade costumes tend to muster up.  I think about the conversations we’ll have over old photo albums when my kids are teenagers or young adults about how I really might have been a little Pinterest crazy when they were little.  Or maybe they’ll look back and think I was totally awesome at making stuff.  Either way, I’m glad I didn’t throw away that helmet.


The Green Team


What is this kid drinking?!


Green smoothies.  This is one of those things that seems to be pretty trendy in blog land.  My parents have been touting their benefits all year, but everyone else I know thinks I’m crazy.  Jumping on this bandwagon was not my idea per se.  It was that ^^^^^ kid’s idea.

I had just finished listening to a podcast interview with a woman who talked about her life as a busy mom on a tight budget.  She was kind of depressed, gained a lot of weight in a very short time, and it felt nothing was going according to plan.  So, she decided to do one thing for herself:  drink a green smoothie every morning.  She did nothing else, at first, but it turns out that simple step was the catalyst for all kinds of healthy changes in her life.

Hm… I thought, Maybe I could do that.  What she was describing was not very expensive or a huge commitment, so I started browsing her beautiful website to get some recipe ideas.  Right about that time, my youngest sat on my lap.


“FUNNY MILKSHAKE!!!!!!!!!!  FUNNY MILKSHAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


It’s  this screaming thing he does when he really really wants something.  (I hesitate to even share this, but it sounds remarkably similar to this slightly less well behaved child you might be familiar with.)

I tried to scroll away from the picture, but he kept totally freaking out, trying to scroll back up to the picture of the “funny milkshake”!

So, that’s what did it.


We’re converts now.

Okay, so the first question is always, “What’s in it?”  So far, pineapple, strawberry, almond milk, bananas, peaches, and, oh yeah, a tightly packed cup of raw spinach.  I had you until the spinach, right?

Well, the good news is, you don’t really taste the spinach.  At least I don’t.  I’m assuming my kiddo doesn’t.  I’m excited to try some new recipes.  I can’t report on any major health updates, since we’ve been at this less than a week.  I do like that this is a fairly affordable, fairly simple thing I can do to get a little more nutrition in my diet, but the fact that my son thinks this is a treat?  This is the healthiest thing he’s probably ever eaten!  I HAVE to keep doing this!

The second question is, “He REALLY likes it?”  YES!  The first smoothie I made him, (in the first picture here) was in the way of something, so I just scooted it to the side for a second.  His response was to give me the dirtiest look ever and tell me “NO!  That’s MINE!”  That might seem like ugly attitude, but when he overcomes his language delays to communicate so clearly… I take it very seriously!

The third question: “Do you guys ALL drink it?”  No.  Amazingly, I got my five year old to try it the first day, telling him it was a funny green halloween milkshake.  He didn’t care for it.  (But can you believe he fell for that?!  Pssht! Five year olds.) My husband, on the other hand, said he didn’t like the first batch, but wants to try again after looking at all the recipes that started this whole thing.

Fortunately, the fact that this treat is something just my youngest and I share makes it all the more appealing to him.  We’re Team Green–a smoothie drinking machine!



I’m such a fan of baby steps and small wins.  A green smoothie is pretty easy, but it is making me feel like I’ve done something for my health and my kiddo’s health before we even get dressed for school.  I’m pretty excited to see the impact that could make on my attitude about the day, if not the vitamins and nutrients themselves!

Do you do anything weird for your health?  Tell me all about it!


21 Days: Giving purpose to my paranoia.

So, this week I’m stocking up on Purell, and Clorox wipes, and Lysol.  No no!  Not because of Ebola!!!  No no.  Just cold and flu season.  And maybe enterovirus.  Because I’m rational.  Right?  I would never let my own irrational fears dictate my behaviors.  Right?  Right.  Just COLDS and FLUS… #maybeopposite

I know, I know.  You’re already sick of hearing/talking about it.  We’ve especially got Ebola fatigue in northeast Ohio after this week’s news.  I just got a call from my kids’ school, reassuring all parents that we are at no risk of Ebola, but to make sure and disclose all our children’s sick day symptoms — just in case.

With pretty much every news flash, yesterday, I HAD to find some hand sanitizer and use it.  I know.  My family is not really at risk.  I know.  But even though my beautiful, brilliant noggin has processed all that information, the pesky butterflies in my stomach tend to settle if I ceremoniously pump a bit of sanitizer gel.  My husband summed it up pretty well–it’s like the fear some people have of air travel.  You KNOW the stats that you’re way more likely to crash in a car, but if you DO happen to crash in a plane you’re pretty much toast.  Yeah.


First of all, let me point out that I have the prettiest hand sanitizer in the world, thanks to my harvest themed nose blowing station in the picture.  (Note: Another one of my grapevine wreaths, and I hope to tell you more about this easy hand sanitizer cozy in the near future. #teachergifts)

But also, I just want to think about the response I actually do want to take to Ebola.  The message from our leaders has been “Don’t panic,” which is really reassuring when it’s followed by, “This hospital/CDC/humans weren’t cautious enough…”  But average Jill Shmills like you and me can’t do much beyond asking, “How can we help?”

I’m not an expert, but my understanding is that ebola would not have taken this hold were it not for profound poverty crippling efforts to contain it.  Yes, in America the perceived threat is much greater than the actual threat, but West Africa will suffer from this outbreak for generations as the ramifications to their familial, economic, and healthcare structures unfold.  Ramifications that do, in one way or another, tend to impact surrounding areas and the world at large.  Maybe I’m naive, but wouldn’t it make sense to rally around Ebola in the same way we rally around natural disasters and ice buckets?

So, while I’m no philanthropist, I’m giving myself a very small challenge for the next 21 days:  For every dollar I spend on my OCD comforts (e.g. hand sanitizer, bleach, anti-viral snake oil), to match with a dollar donated toward fighting Ebola in West Africa.

$10 on Purell –> $10 to World Vision’s Ebola efforts.  (Basically helping them distribute gloves, masks, and other hygiene items to clinics in affected areas.)

Of course Ebola, while it makes a sensational news story, maybe shouldn’t draw funds away from other charities we choose to support, so for me, this small challenge is just a short term adjustment we’ll hardly even notice in the grocery budget, but it will sooth my conscience to put something toward families that can’t just run to Walgreens for Lysol and hand soap.

Pretty simple, probably not all that significant, but these little baby steps are ways we slowly change the world, or at very least, our hearts.  Right?


P.S. Tell me in the comments if you decide to take this challenge, too!  Also feel free to link up other trustworthy charitable organizations that are on top of this!

P.P.S.  Here’s a great podcast on the history and science of Ebola.

My First Wreath Decorating Attempt



As much as I love Pinterest, and DIY, and crafting, I have to admit, anything near to the realm of floral arrangement intimidates me.  It seems like no matter how beautiful the bouquet, as soon as I remove the tissue paper and put it in a vase, I totally ruin it.  Does anybody else have this problem?  I’ve been learning a little more here and there, but still.  Intimidating.

But, now that I have all these handmade grapevine wreaths from our garden, it was time to try working with foliage again.  I had a few harvesty “permanent florals” stowed away in my basement, so I just worked with them, as well as cutting up a few fabric scraps for a little variety.  The wreath above hangs in my kitchen, and the one below is the very first harvest wreath to grace my front door.


Oh, look! There I am!


I obviously have a lot to learn, but I really like the earthy style.  I always feel a bit conflicted about using fake flowers in decorating, but I think it’s not too obvious here.  And also, just, come on.  My little scrap fabric bows!  I don’t have a lot of shabby-chic/rustic/country themed stuff going on in my home, but those little bows almost make me want to convert.  ;-)



And now that I have these pretty harvest wreaths up, I feel like these guys are trying to get my attention.  What have you been doing to welcome fall into your home?


Playing with Plasti-Dip

So, I have a confession.  Do you remember the unsightly floor register from last week?photo 1-1

You probably assumed the chipping red paint was a leftover eyesore from previous residents.  Confession time:  That was me.  That floor register was our first experiment with spray on plasti-dip.  Did you know many car enthusiasts use it specifically for its ability to easily peel away from metal when needed?  Yeah.  I’m not sure why we thought plasti-dipping a floor vent next to a dining chair would be a good idea.

But, the truth is, something happens on a deeply psychological level when someone gives you a can of sprayable plastic.


This is me on the outside.


This is me on the inside.


So now, I’m trying again, this time on a smaller scale with the pulls on my (severely dated) ceiling fan.  As you can see, I had already given them some sloppy swipes of blue when I painted the walls.  They came with the house, and were originally painted with country/Christmas looking stuff, kind of like this.



I’m thinking on wood, it will be a lot more durable.  It’s actually been about a week, and while I think the color has definitely deepened and dulled a little, the plasti-dip itself seems to be a lot more durable than my last attempt.  The drippy parts are still visible, so if I were to try this again I’d be a little more careful.  All in all, it does add a fun little punch of color to what was once one of the drabber details of my kitchen.  But, truth be told, I probably just need to give in and replace that awful fan.  Eventually.  But for now, a happy little red house and… salt shaker?



Half a tart, twice as smart!

I tend to think of home fragrance as a sort of a splurge.  Martha Stewart says that a clean home should smell like nothing, and who am I to argue with Martha?!

But at the same time, there’s something so festive about a wonderful home fragrance, especially this time of year.  I’ve started to notice that some wax tarts are a bit too strong for our space, at least during that first day you melt them.  So my solution?


Get out that butter knife and chop them in half!  Just the right amount of scent, and now I can use it twice as long!  I’ve even started chopping some of them in fourths and combining different scents!



It’s not the sort of savings that will pay for the kids’ college or anything, but it does make me feel resourceful!  It’s the little victories, right?  I think I’ll put in a new fragrance right now!


P.S. Oh, yeah!  Look!  I have an actual tart warmer now, thanks to my sweet sister-in-law!  Anybody remember when I set a cup on pilot light on my stove and called it a tart warmer? #foreveracheapskate

Done is better than perfect.

At least that’s what they say at Facebook headquarters.  Maybe I’m no Zuckerberg, but in my quest to makeover my kitchen on the cheap, I have so many financial and time goals to get to before I spend the resources required to get my dream kitchen.  So, I’m not aiming for a dream kitchen.  I’m aiming for two goals:

  1. Neutralize eyesores.
  2. Replace the personal touches of the last residents with a bit of our own personality.

This five minute project was about the first goal.

I can tolerate a lot of things, but I cannot endure this country blue paper towel holder, or  the nasty chipping paint on the floor vent.

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I could have bought a new paper towel holder for like a dollar, and the floor vent will probably be replaced eventually, too, but why even mess with that when I had five minutes and a perfectly good can of black spray paint in the basement?

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Done and done.  If it’s free and it works, why not?  Amiright?


P.S.  It’s October?! Yowza!