I don’t normally recommend something that will clog your arteries, but I have a special relationship with bacon. And ya’ll know I love bourbon. That said, here’s a little breakfast treat that you can allow yourself to enjoy every blue moon. Read More
You: Why is she pairing a cooking ingredient with a cosmetics ingredient?
LisaLise: Because these 2 work real well together in a hand and body cleansing kind of way.
- Cheesecloth (or ready-made organza bags)
- Cotton string
- Raw Oats
- Quality Soap of choice
- Lise’s easy-peasy tutorial
Thank me later.
There will always be a special place in my heart for farmers and distillers. I practically swooned when I saw these pics of Colin Spoelman and David Haskell of Kings County Distillery, New York City’s oldest operating whiskey distillery based in the 113-year-old Paymaster Building at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
This is my absolute fave place in the whole wide world–my home office. I try to keep it tidy and organized, and it doesn’t look too bad in this pic. But when you zoom out and see the real deal… Read More
Faithfulness, financial stability and sex (or lack thereof) can make or break a marriage. But according to a study described in this piece from The Atlantic, couples without a clear-cut system for delegating chores are setting themselves up for failure. Yep, household tasks like cooking and cleaning are the third-most indicator of marital success.
From 2001 to 2004, UCLA researchers observed the lives of 32 dual-income middle-class families from Los Angeles. Conflict arose more often among couples with
ambiguously defined clear as mud expectations of each other. On the contrary, partners with clearly defined domestic roles were more likely to feel appreciated and respected for their contributions to the household. This conversation from one of the couples interviewed in the study sums it up nicely:
Travis: I mean, she’s no—she’s not a saint in terms of keeping the place clean and, uh, fixing stuff or—she doesn’t fix anything.
Alice: No, but I cook meals. I just can’t do it all. I don’t. But I made you dinner tonight.
Travis: That’s good.
Alice: There you go. I’m no saint, but I just can’t do everything. I can’t buy all the groceries, cook the dinner—
Travis: I know, but just for the—don’t you think that there’s—you know that little board we have on the refrigerator?
Alice: Mm hmm.
Travis: Why don’t you use that and, like, say, like, um, write me notes?
Alice: [I don’t want to.
Travis: [Number one, dishwasher. Number two, rain gutter.
Alice: To be honest with you, I don’t want to have to tell you to do stuff. I want you to figure out that the—that the dishwasher needs to be—that you need to figure it out that the dishwasher needs to be—
Travis: I did. Did you ask me to fix the dishwasher, or did I?
Alice: No, you ordered a part, and then six months went by and we don’t know what happened to it. I don’t want to be, like, micro-managing you. Anyway, that’s a whole other story.
Just reading that makes my right eye twitch. The resentment and frustration are palpable.
Although it’s taken years and tears (mine) to get here, the Mister and I are at a mostly happy place of expectations regarding household management. In a nutshell, I handle any and all things stemming from the needs of The Baby Kittens. The Mister, on the other hand, deals in the dirtier matters of taking out the trash, unclogging toilets, yard work and the like. This balance of tasks has worked out just fine, but now the girls are approaching the pre-teen years.
They have crowned themselves the Queens of All Inexperienced Know-It-Alls, and have proclaimed that their Dad and I are the biggest @$$holes in the world. I’m paraphrasing, of course, but you get the point. Getting the muck out of the garbage disposal isn’t looking too bad these days. I may need to sit down with the Mister and renegotiate our terms. Happy wife, happy life, yes?
How are chores decided in your household? Read more about the study here.
|1.| Drizzle (olive oil, honey, sea salt, pepper, rosemary) for my sweet potato. Yes, ma’am. |2.| “Appreciate yourself and honor your soul.” |3.| Getting his full raptor sleep on. |4.| DIY Ginger Hair cleanser + 5 more natural beauty recipes |5.| Aloe vera at the farmers market. |6.| “The less you own, the less that owns you.” |7.| Our house guest for the weekend–the class pet. |8.| This mug has my name on it. On sale for $4 at Pier 1. |9.| Black cat
Baby, it’s still cold outside. Worry not, however. This DIY recipe for Whipped Coffee Body Butter provides the ultimate in winter skin protection. It’s easy to make and contains two of my fave ingredients–tamanu oil and vanilla. Enjoy and try not to lick the bowl!
DIY Whipped Coffee Body Butter
(via Soap Queen)
- 16 oz Coffee Butter
- 1 oz Rice Bran Oil
- 0.5 oz Tamanu Oil
- 6 mL Vanilla Select Fragrance Oil
- 3 mL Almond Cybilla Fragrance Oil
- 3 Glass Bail Jars
You can get the full tutorial for this recipe over at Soap Queen. However, if you’re looking for a staring point for your very own whipped body butter recipe, try these on for size (via Natural Beauty Workshop).
Well, not really, but I am making plans for spring planting. How about you?
‘Member when I was all gaga over that Jill Sander Vasari bag (that highfalutin’ $290 brown lunch bag)? Its clean and no-nonsense design was drool-worthy, but the price tag? No so much. Zara, on the other hand, has a polyurethane (read, affordable) alternative for the budget-conscious. The Messenger Bag is $35.95, available in brown and black, and comes with a strap for easy toting.
Here are a few other ways to upgrade your brown-bag experience!
Downtown Birmingham home circa early 1900′s. Michelle Summers Photography (above)
I breathed a small sigh of relief last night at the conclusion of episode 6 of Downton Abbey. Lord Grantham has finally accepted the cold hard truth that the financial management of Downton has to change if it is to survive. Matthew, Lord Grantham’s son-in-law, heir and co-master of the estate pretty much put it to him like this: “Look here–your pompous @ss wasted Cora’s fortune on the mismanagement of Downton, and I’ll be d@mned if I’ll let you flush my inheritance down the crapper too.” Except Matthew has that haughty British accent that gives an air of authority even if using words like “crapper.”
Tom, Lord Grantham’s chauffeur cum (other) son-in-law, was much more diplomatic, stating that Downton needed all of their strengths—Tom knows the land, Matthew knows the business and the law, and Lord Grantham knows what’s in the best interest of the residents of Downton. Which is polite-speak for: “We really don’t need you, Old Man, but we’ll humor you out of respect for our wives.” Bless his heart, Lord Grantham and his refusal to adjust to the unglamorous post-war way of life is doing no one any favors, least of all, himself.