I finally received the 2017 IKEA catalog. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like I saw it pop up on my social media feed a month ago. One thing I did with last year’s catalog was peep at leafs. I have a thing for indoor plants. I don’t know why, but I seeing them in catalogs and those “home tour” pics.
Let’s take a look at the plants in IKEA’s latest catalog!
Monsteras are still so very hot. But this plant trend is evolving towards the single monstera leaf in a vase. Observe:
And, if you don’t want to care for your own monstera plant just to snip off leaves to achieve this trend, IKEA has this handy faux option:
There are so many other plants:
And, still, more:
This interior shot:
It doesn’t have any plants, but looking at it, I am reminded of my high school art classroom–the cement floor, the natural lighting, the cluttered organization. I didn’t take many art classes, but I was an aide for the art teacher my senior year. She had a couple of plants that I was tasked with watering every Friday. One was a jade plant. I faithfully watered it every week, because I was told to and I am inherently a rule follower. The leaves started to shrivel. (You’re not supposed to water them THAT often, unless they truly need it.) The teacher told me about the distress the plant was in. And, despite being counseled on my plant care, the jade still suffered. I think the teacher was annoyed.
If you need help with your green thumb, IKEA even included tips and tricks:
This isn’t a plant, but I feel like this chair captures the tropical essence a lot of indoor plants have.
Oh, and proof that I’m not the only leaf-peeper out there, IKEA included this pic:
Take a pic, then put it on a shelf:
There you have it! Now I have the urge to buy a few more plants, paint some pots, and relish in the fresh and natural feeling plants bring to a space.
Have you ever discovered a technique that makes you feel like a genius even though you didn’t create it? Or at least, once you start doing it and realize how much easier it makes your life, you ask yourself why you didn’t start doing it earlier? I have!
I know freezing your food scraps for composting isn’t anything new, but I started doing it this year and every time I put another banana peel or cucumber end or apple core into the grocery bag in my freezer, I feel like I’m somehow beating the system.
My compost bin is nothing fancy. The top is hard to get off. Although, raccoons figured it out, prompting me to keep a big ol’ rock on it. Worse, it’s at the bottom of what I call our “canyon,” which is at the back of our backyard.
This picture is deceiving. It’s a steep hill and such a pain to walk down just to deposit an apple core. Not too mention mosquitoes and the possibility of snakes (I’ve seen one before). I don’t like going down there. And, I’ve done the counter-top compost container to hold scraps. Blech. As if I need a pot of mold sitting on my counter.
I am a lazy composter. I don’t bother with making sure my ratios are right–adding enough “brown stuff.” And, I rarely turn it. I let Ricky Raccoon and his family do that. See, they chewed through a vent near the bottom and every time I add, they come along and scoop whatever their creepy little paws can out of it.
I feel like I’m somewhat co-existing with these creatures. Because they get compost scraps, they don’t come up the canyon. (Although, we had a teen-aged raccoon in our garbage can twice this summer, prompting us to put a big ol’ rock on top of THAT.) They end up “mixing” my compost because when I make my journeys down the canyon, I’m always sure to use a shovel to scoop up all the debris they’ve scattered.
Anyway, because I’m now freezing my food scraps, I only head down to the bin once a week. Maybe every week and a half. It’s wonderful! Why didn’t I do this sooner?!
I’m sitting here at my desk without any paid writing to do (yet), wondering why I can’t convince myself to just start writing—all the fun, funny, cool things I think about writing when I’m on a walk, in the shower, or driving (with 2 hands on the wheel). You know, doing that thing I really, really want to do: write for myself. Trying to get published—a personal essay, maybe a short story.
Motivation is my weakness. I need the force of a deadline. A mission. The dangle of a paycheck carrot. Can it really be that difficult to sit down and get focused and churn out a something-anything project? Even my block of the month quilt sits a couple months behind schedule.
Let’s look at today. What have I done? I took my kids to their grandparents’ house for the day because today is one of my workdays. I came home and thumbed around on my phone for the 15 minutes that I always do. Then, I did, to my credit, finish my daughter’s pre-school registration paperwork and figured out when I can turn it in, which happens to not be today.
I cleaned out my email inbox. I took it from 873 unread emails to a respectable 366 unread emails. I couldn’t count how many read emails I deleted, but I’m almost positive it was a lot.
I replied to my brother’s email. That takes some time, because not only do I like to respond to what he has written, but I like to tell him some things that are happening in my life. Important things like how I can construe the light left on overnight in my basement as maybe, possibly, most likely a spirit or energy or life force or sign from the universe. Maybe.
Oh, I almost forgot that before I cleaned out my email inbox, I shredded documents. I’m kind of particular about just recycling a piece of junk mail that has my name and address. But, also, I like to shred confidential stuff. This ranges from copy I’ve printed out for clients (because sometimes I have to just touch it and write on it with a pencil) (and, yes, I do shred client work) to old bills. For some reason, I don’t want anyone who’s walking past my house on trash/recycle day to see how much we paid for water last month. And, sometimes the wind blows and the recycle bin has an open top.
A new task that spawned from my shredding was calling up AAA and requesting that they take my address off their mailing list. I sat there with 4 envelopes of the same offer—about half were for me, the other half for my husband. Have you seen their direct mail? It kind of makes me want to gag with all the fakey handwritten “notes.” But, you know what? The representative I talked to when I selected the number for membership questions was so polite! He completely understood my request. He didn’t try pushing anything—even in a passive-aggressive way (“But then we can’t send you our very best offers! You’re missing out!”). He just asked for my address, told me he removed it, and then explained that if any offers were already in the mail, I’d obviously still receive them. Funny, because since he was so polite and helpful, I’m wondering if I maybe SHOULD buy some type of service from AAA. Just joking. Maybe.
I read a piece in the last issue of Real Simple that I’ve been wanting to read. And, to get to that issue, I had to tidy up a stack of this and that, which was at least 2” thick. I’d be more specific about the stack like, “a pile on my desk” or “clutter on my counter,” but the reality is, it was in my office sitting on a plastic crate positioned on its side. Oh, like on the floor, you’re probably thinking. That’s cool, like a crate shelf. Well, no. Not really, because actually the crate is sitting on top of a small plastic bin of fabric.
I’m pretty sure in that bin is a plain white t-shirt that I have plans to sew a patterned chest pocket onto. It’s going to be really low-key chic—perhaps Nina Garcia or Kate Spade would take note. The pocket fabric is this groovy yellow paisley. White t-shirt—pop—yellow pocket! My husband still hasn’t noticed his almost-new white tee missing! Although, he might after he reads this!
See? I have plenty on my to-do list and my want-to-do list, but instead I’m tidying up mysterious piles of paper and whatnot, talking to customer service reps, and thinking about how I should buy more white t-shirts for my husband…and maybe myself because this whole contrasting frocket (front pocket, people) thing could really take off and I’ll need more. Once I get the first one sewn on, that is.
Don’t worry, keeping you up to date is on my list.
My son turns 2 years old today. Two on the second! A golden birthday! He was born unexpectedly early–while we were out of town on an annual family weekend trip. So, for his first birthday, we returned. Because I didn’t have access to my kitchen, we simply ordered a cake from a nearby grocery store.
One of the joys of having kids is celebrating their birthdays. Not only does it feel like a personal victory (We kept this baby alive! I gave birth to a living creature! This kid, under our guidance, is growing into an amazing human!), but it’s fun to see their faces light up when those near and dear to them gather around and look right at them, usually singing the birthday song.
But then there’s cake. Out of all the cakes–wedding, retirement, get well, engagement, promotion, farewell–birthday, literally takes the cake. Maybe the addition of candles does the trick. Maybe it’s because it’s only eaten once a year (per person, of course), but also consumed as often as once a year!
A couple months in advance, I asked my 3-year old for creative direction when it came to her brother’s birthday cake. “A fish!” she exclaimed, connecting the dots that in this past year, he has shown a fondness for fish–one of his first words and interests.
So I made this:
It’s not exactly what I had envisioned. All my cakes look better in my head than on the platter. At one point, I cursed the cake for being so crumbly after I had cut it and shaped it. Midway, I thought I was going to have to scrap the entire thing and literally start from scratch–this cake was made from a mix and I had only bought one box, so starting over would have meant pulling out a recipe and flour and sugar and eggs.
Alas, it came together in an okay-ish manner. As my older sister pointed out via Facebook, it’s all about the target audience: a 2-year old. And, true to that, when I presented my son with the cake, he didn’t make mention of the design, but pointed and simply said, “Cut it! Cut a piece!” He is 2.
I’ve made my daughter 3 cakes. Her first was the face of Bumble, the Abominable Snow Monster from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I don’t have a picture of that. But, here’s her second:
At the time she was digging Elmo and animal crackers. That Elmo is a spoon that I found online (Elmo is the handle).
Her third cake was a “crown” per her request:
I bought a special candy mold to make those gems. I let her help me put those gold ball sprinkles on top. They were really hard and had a kinda gross flavor, but I like the way they look. And, maybe having her help me was more special than the actual cake itself.
My hope is that my kids remember these cakes with the filter of childhood magic that tints even the most mundane points of life–that their memory of these cakes will be better than the actual cake. Because for me, the joy of celebrating my kids is much more better than any cake could ever be.
On a whim, I added a jalapeño plant to my garden. I figured I couldn’t go wrong since I love spicy foods. This past week, I had 4 gorgeous jalapeños ready to be picked.
I mean, my crappy phone pics taken with range hood lighting just don’t do the deep, lustrous green color of these peppers justice.
The problem with just having one plant is that I’ll never get enough to do anything significant with. I doubt I’m going to make poppers with just 1 or 2 or 4 jalapeños. And, that’ll never be enough to can.
That’s why this year I’m doing this:
I’m recording how much I’m harvesting this year. It should give me a good idea of how many plants I need if I want to can the produce.
I digress, though, back to the jalapeños. I did find this recipe from Simply Scratch for refrigerator jalapeño slice pickles. It looked easy enough and it didn’t make a gallon of pickling juice, so I was in.
Let me tell you how much I love garlic. I love the smell of fresh garlic. Maybe next year my garden will be all jalapeños and garlic. I was concerned about the amount of sugar, though. I didn’t want these to be sweet. But, in the end there’s just a little hint of sweetness that is perfect!
My 4 peppers didn’t even fill a half pint jar! It may or may not be because I taste-tested a couple of rings while they were soaking in the warm juice. These are so good. I am so happy with how they turned out! They’ll be perfect for topping pizzas, adding to tacos, or shoot, just for snacking.
I’ve never done refrigerator pickles of any sorts, but I’m adding this recipe to my repertoire for when I don’t have too much of anything to do a big batch of canning. I love growing pickling cucumbers and I already have visions of doing spicy pickle slices. Mmmmmm!