a rich life with less stuff
We’re a car free family and sometimes that presents challenges. We’ve wanted to get Henry a train table for a few months. He is train crazy and we’d like to give him a better space to set up his tracks and tunnels than the living room coffee table. In an effort to support the local
I solemnly swear you will never see pop up ads on this blog. You may have noticed some changes around here. Yes, over there on the right. Advertisements. I’ve mentioned a few times that I have started dabbling with ads on this blog. Back in early 2010 when I had this piece published in the
The holes in those jeans make me really happy. Those jeans were worn from the age of 10 months to almost two and a half. Those jeans were worn two to three times a week for 19 months. Those jeans were on him as he learned to walk, learned to run and learned to climb
Trialling the no poo method and sharing my results. This might sound like a dare. A dare in the vein of Jackass or a bizarre reality TV show based on personal hygiene stunts. It’s not. I just wanted to try something new, something that could simplify my life and save a bit of cash, and
Many of you have asked about these Frye boots. Were they worth the money? Are they comfortable? Did you throw up a bit when you shelled out that much cash for just one pair of shoes? Yes, yes and yes (I did have a coupon and I purchased from a retailer with a good return
True Story About How a Wannabe Minimalist Bought a Duplicate Please laugh with me on this one. One of Henry’s kitchen activities is sitting on the floor and pulling things out of the low cupboards (and sometimes even putting them back in again). He enjoys pulling the set of pots out, taking the lids
The good life sure takes work. Decluttering is work. Buying less is work. Not watching television can be work. Eating well, exercising, staying calm when your two year old dumps his scrambled eggs on the carpet, it’s all work. If the good life is so good, why is it so hard to fit all the
That’s one of the bracelets my mother wore in the hospital after she had my sister and I. You see the ‘B’ there after her name? That’s for me. I was the second born twin. Years ago my mother was going through her own sentimental keepsakes and asked me if I wanted this bracelet. I’ve