It's cold as you-know-what here and I'm loving it! You know what else I'm loving? Taking donuts with me to eat on the road while I run errands. I'm also loving farting out crappy generic posts on my new frugal-living-mom-blog. Yeah, it's not just a mom blog anymore. It's a frugal living mom blog now. Why? Because I know a lot about being
poor frugal. Anyways, I've just been making quick daily posts on there to try to catch some attention and it's kinda fun. I know it's going to take a while to build an audience so I'm just going to do what I do best: blog and boogie oogie oogie.
I've been checking out super popular mom blogs and the most successful ones all have a theme: DIYing or home schooling or parenting advice or kids fashion or "hippie" living - "hippie" usual means vegan on those blogs. Nothing more. Not groovy people at all. Just vegans.
So I decided I need focus on one thing for my blog and that's frugal living. Neat.
So, moving on I'm all layered up to go do mom stuff, you know like, grocery shopping and killing vicious predatory hawks with crossbows.
Gotta protect my youngins.
I'm layered in an assortment of hand-me-downs and clearance rack garments.
Oh! And my sew fantastic wristwarmers made by Pao of Project Minima.
Me also be rockin' a bare face, double mini buns and Kuchi tribe earrings. Why do I wear these earrings all the time? you might be asking yourself. The coins you see on the earrings are real so the earrings are very very heavy. They weigh my ear holes down for effortless and gentle stretching to help me get to the my next (and final) size.
While out running errands I swung by an outdoor flea market. It's um.... yeah.
I didn't go to shop, I went so River could get some fresh air an run about a bit. A few minutes into our visit I totally started to regret my decision to go. I failed to realize the flea market would be full of stuff River can't touch or drag along with him or take home so.... he had a full blown screaming bloody murder making strangers stare hissy fit.
Embarrassed, I grabbed him up and raaaaaaan to the car to hurry up and get outta there. Then we got to the grocery store and all was fine once he was able to "drive" the cart about.
And then when I got home, my husband presented me with the claw of a prehistoric beast made completely from ice. He slaughtered it himself and we ate it for dinner that night.
Ice dino soup.
That'd be just water.
Ok, we're not THAT poor.