Thrift at Home

A friend read this poem at our women's retreat in March, and I loved it so much.  It speaks so gently of traditions and generational dif...

I don't know about yours, but our local Salvation Army and Goodwill Stores are junky, crowded, and disorganized.  There is lots of sheer...

Hankies get ragged pretty fast around here, seeing as most of them start out vintage already and some people approach this life as a vale of...

We went on a hike and Ben ran down the trail so hard he fell.  This is typical.  My sister the nurse just looks at him and shakes her head a...

 I want my children to be equipped with a good work ethic and the skills to live a pleasant, responsible life when they leave home (which se...

Why didn't I realize that having my sewing machine set up all the time would make me whiz-bang projects out one after another?  I used...

A stack of pretty hankies and napkins, folded, fresh from the line.  Ben adores his "Jack be nimble" hanky. My happy boy, abso...

A new hankie for me ($1). As I bought it, a lady leaned over and asked me conspiratorially what I do with my hankies?  I think she was look...

Not only does Genevieve have a runny nose, hankies , and a little fabric envelope for the hankies , now Ben does too. I collected a few v...

(thanks to Emily at Little House on the Southern Prairie for the post that inspired this one; mind you, she cusses a bit) I am depressed ...

The hymn for Genevieve's backyard church service was "The Battle of the Blind Hankies." She gave me a leaf for a hymnal and h...

As I incorporated more hankies, I separated a collection of hankies just for Genevieve. Recently when I sent her to get a hanky for herself...

I like to be environmentally correct, but I am not fond of change. So I am creeping through some changes, setting one goal at a time, to ...

I didn't plan to have three quilts in progress now, but I do. Quilts are enormous projects, so I turned to some quick fixes to satisfy ...