Hey makers-do! I have not written a post in quite a while. I registered¬†for a course that is taking up SO much of my time that it’s better if I stop telling myself I will write while it’s still ongoing. I have about 3 weeks left. I think there’s a post somewhere in there about the value of spending my money on education, but I’m just too tapped out to write it right now. Does anyone else have some clever #makedo moments they’d like to share?

Talk soon,

P.S. Here’s a picture of my kid as a #makedo Marty McFly for Halloween.



It’s My House

It’s Sunday evening, and I had a really good day. Top shelf. I was just taking my third full line of clothes in to fold and feeling generally grateful that spring seems to have finally arrived in this corner of the world, when I looked over at the dog just in time to watch him pee all over his bed.


I took it outside to strip the cover off and assess the damage. Apologies to anyone who might have been out enjoying a barbecue and had to listen to me shout and swear and stomp my feet.

The bed was a hand-me-down from my mother, so it’s not like I paid for it. And needless to say, I won’t be buying anything to replace it. He has other soft things to sleep on, but this bed is ruined.

The stuffing is toast and the cover is now in the washer. I’ll see if I can stuff it with something else. It’s not a disaster.

It bothers me how much I let this kind of thing get to me. Like, doesn’t the dog know I’m not allowed to buy anything? Why doesn’t he respect his belongings? Why can’t he see that I’m trying to make this a nice home for the whole family? Doesn’t he read my blog?

Dogs like the smell of their own pee though, right? Maybe that’s his contribution. Maybe it’s how he shows his appreciation.

“Mom, I see you. Nice job you’re doing. Here’s a present for you. Namaste.”


Destination Lunch

imageI work in a retail-rich part of town. There’s a mall across the street, and I share a parking lot with a drugstore, a grocery store, and three department stores.


If I’m going to avoid buying things, I pretty much have to steer clear of stores. That’s harder than you’d think around here.

I’d like to get out of the building for a little while on my lunch, so last week I did a little reconnaissance of the area and found some green space: tiny, oddly shaped and seemingly the by-product of a weird intersection.

It’s close. It’s quiet. It has a bench! And I have books to read.