resolve
The New Year is breathing down my neck like a chain-smoking hobo the day after a bender-- which is to say, it's looming nearby, all stenchy and impossible to ignore.
I am not anti-New Year nor anti-change; on the contrary. And that, dear friends, is the problem. I am super PRO change. I crave fresh starts and new beginnings like a birthday girl craves cake. ("I also crave cake," says the ten pounds I've gained since mid-November.)
I want a change, a fresh start, a clean break from the old and a rush toward the new with nary a backwards glance. Indeed: I am PRO resolution girl. (Who craves cake.)
But I hate doing things alone—and so I am throwing down a challenge, a challenge to all those resolution haters out there: Here are 5 resolutions. They’re small. They’re easy. They can be taken incrementally. And thus, I give you:
My Resolution Challenge:
1) Shop Local. At least once per week, shop at a locally owned business for your food, or your clothes, or your gas, or your school supplies, or your entertainment, or whatever. You spend the money anyway—why not make the effort, just once per week, to spend your money with locally owned business?
2) Meet your neighbors. You know who I’m talking about; those dudes over in 4C or that lady with the yappy dog or that family three doors down. Those people that you barely acknowledge with a grunt and a nod of the head? Those people are your community. Crazy, right? Yeah. Meet them. Take the first step. Be the one to make the effort. It is crazy amazing how good you feel actually knowing the names of the people who live nearby, let alone small nubbins of their lives.
3) Learn about your local government. Do you have any idea who your area councilmember is? Or the name of the city clerk? But these are the people that do things that affect our lives every day—like raising the sewage and water rates, or deciding if the next Walmart can be built two streets over. They decide the things that matter in your world. Wouldn’t it be a good idea if you knew who they were?
4) Volunteer once per month. It’s awesome that we’re all rallying for that massive boxmart conglomerate to give our community a million dollars, but if we all pitched in just once per month, we wouldn’t need some corporate deus ex machina to appear with what we think might be some fat, golden egg. Feeding the homeless. Working at a shelter. Tutoring for a local elementary school. It doesn’t have to be your whole life—just give 1 hour per month.
5) Visit a new place in town once per month. Last week I found myself in a totally different part of town, on the "other side of the tracks." FACT: I did not get killed. OTHER FACT: People were nice. Golly, go figure.
Everyone tries to talk the talk—lip service is oh-so-much fun. But how often do we walk the talk? (Wait, that metaphor is functionally impossible to work with. How do you walk a verbal?) HOW OFTEN do we do what we say we will do?
So the gauntlet is down; the challenge is on. My Resolution Challenge. Who’s with me?
Oh good lord, Amazon
Isn't it enough I actually used your services at all this year despite swearing off of them for life after experiencing the WORST customer service debacle in the history of online purchases-- do I have to now withstand the constant barrage of ONE LAST-MINUTE GIFT IDEA and FREE SAME-DAY INSTANT SHIPPING and SUPER DUPER SAVINGS AWAIT e-mails?
I'm getting like 40 a day now. You're worse than my college stalker ex-boyfriend (though slightly more charming). Leave. Me. Be.
Homemade-ish
Back in the early part of December, I commented that I wanted to make some of my gifts this year. As in, most of my gifts.
I didn’t do it.
I baked like crazy, then ate what I baked.
I planned on knitting and sewing a few things, and promptly sat down to watch “The Walking Dead” or “Hell’s Kitchen” instead (shows that are in no way related, BTW).
But I was inspired nonetheless, and though it doesn’t count as being frugal and thrifty, I DID create gifties and I do believe the gifts I created will be greatly enjoyed.
STORY: (there’s always a story) I take pictures. Not always good pictures, but I do have a really nice camera that I saved up for and use a ton and almost know some of the functions, even. And then I post all these pictures to Flickr, because that is the limit of my scrapbooking creativity. My hubs and I like to go mountain climbing and hiking, and I haul my gigantic camera up these mountains like the fool I am in the hopes of getting an amazing shot or two. My father and his friends would get this way, too: The sun is setting, the atmosphere is perfect, and bam, suddenly they’re leaping around taking photos like they actually knew what they were doing. My father called this being “A**hole Adams.” Because you make such an a** of yourself, thinking you’re actually “artistic.” Six hundred mediocre pictures of flowers and sunsets later, you fully get the joke.
Okay so I am now the family A**hole Adams. To my credit, my camera is digital. THAT SAID, I do have a ton, ton, TON of pictures of my kids at almost every event imaginable. So my big homemade gift idea: Snapfish. Earlier in the month I utilized all kinds of deals and specials, and did some creating. That’s all I’m saying for now– but I will end with this:
When you make a gift for someone, there is this wonderful feeling of pride and excitement that accompanies the gift. It’s that feeling from first grade, when you made the macaroni necklace and your mom ooh’d and ahh’d like it was the most glamorous jewelry she’d ever laid eyes on. And being a mom, I know how honest that unbridled display of joy is. The Snapfish giftie is a bit more polished, and will last infinitely longer… but the best part, for me, is the excitement I feel now, knowing the gifts will continued to be enjoyed in time to come.
Yay.
Color me inspired
After stumbling upon yesterday's Homemade Playdough recipe, and reading this post about making one's own holiday gifts, I was super inspired. I decided making ornaments would be a great activity-- and found this recipe for Homemade Dough Ornaments.
The recipe is essentially for making a flour-based dough, which can then be shaped, baked, painted and shellacked and the creation cane then be saved for all time or until the item falls apart.
Perfect gift for grandma, no?
Homemade playdough
Oh my goodness... look what I found...
Okay it wasn't that difficult to find-- this is an internet world, after all and I wasn't even searching for it and BAM! There it was. But still... the accidental discovery was half the fun in finding the recipe. The other half is sharing it.
I remember one day, back when I was about 3 or 4, following my mom around the house absolutely begging her to make homemade playdough. And when she relented, I played with the stuff for HOURS. Naturally I tasted the stuff-- GAK! SALT! But wow, what fun.
So if you find yourself home one weekend afternoon with your small people, whip up a batch.
Homemade Playdough
Ingredients:
1 cup flour
1/2 cup salt
1 cup water
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
Food coloring by drops
Directions:
Place contents in a pan and stir. Cook over low heat, stirring until a ball forms.
Add food coloring and mix thoroughly until desired color. Cool on foil. Store in covered container.
Perpetually anxious/simultaneously exhausted mom of a blended family of 7 kids & 2 pets. Writer about same. Wife to one amazingly patient husband. Drinker of wine. 




