Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
These are my new Bos. & Co winter boots. Fancy, right? In years past, I would have let boots like this remain on the store shelf. I had been under the impression that boots like this were purely for show, that they wouldn’t be practical for a harsh Canadian winter. I was wrong. These boots …
Less than a month after the new Diagon Alley and Hogswart Express opened in the summer of 2014, just over 1 million people made the trek to visit the crown jewel at Universal Studios Orlando. By the time we made it there in the fall, there were probably a million more, and it’s not hard …
Birds are the one animal that seem to make it into every season of decor, but Christmas is the time that birds really get to sparkle. No, literally, at Christmas you have free reign to festoon your home with glittery Christmas songbirds. I say “Go for it!”, but instead of spending top dollar for sparkly …
We all preach it: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. It’s a simple principle: treat others as you wish to be treated. But, what if we’re doing it all wrong? At only four, my son already knows that everyone – every. single. person. – is unique. We are all our …
You would think that after six years of living with food allergies, we’ve got it all down pat. But one can be a little too complacent and too trusting. We ended up spending Thanksgiving in the ER because we assumed, and wrongfully so, that after this long our extended families understood exactly what they were …
Oh the clutter inside is frightful, but the donation box is delightful, and if your stuff has no place to stow, let it go, let it go, let it go. Don’t worry I’m not quitting my day job, but still, this is the song I’m singing to myself as I make a concerted effort to …
Someone told be the other day how many shopping days were left until Christmas and I nearly fell over. How did this happen? Where was I? I hate when holiday hell just sneaks up on you like that. I need time to get my brain ready long before I can think of actually making plans …
I know I’m not standard woman material. I’d rather argue politics than read about the Mom Wars. I’d rather spork myself in the eyeballs than spend hundreds of dollars shopping for fashionable shoes that I know will hurt my feet. And I’d rather spend 10 hours listening to the hamster dance song than watch one …
