I simply can’t say enough about HandCrafting Justice, a partnership in which women from developing countries have an opportunity to better their lives by making and selling handmade items under decent working conditions for fair wages. The organization absolutely stole my heart with their mission of economic justice for women – to say nothing of the fantastic items they offer on the website.Read More
Month: February 2007
Have I mentioned that my kitchen and its various electrical appliances intimidate me? That sometimes even the the relatively benign coffee pot has turned on me in my hour of need? One morning not long ago, it tried to brew up something completely undrinkable, thereby ruining my entire day. Lack of decent coffee has that effect on me.
With a baby born smack-dab in the middle of a hot Mississippi summer, there was nary a pair of booties to be found in my house. But when Idiscovered I was having a January baby this time around, up in the Northeast no less,you better believe the first thing I did was search for some fantastic footwear.
If my mother wants to buy my girls clothes from Neiman Marcus, who am I to argue? But you won’t find me in there. Yeah, I’m practical. Maybe too practical. I want the cute designs you see on designer onesies, but it’s so hard for me to shell out the bucks when I know that they’ll be coated in bodily fluids in no time.
I think that most every girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point. I did, even as I was rolling in mud puddles or pummeling a soccer ball. I confess in fact that I still harbor fantasies of a steamy pas de deux with Baryshnikov.
Oh, Misha. If only.
If for some insane reason, the man you woke up next to this morning did not shower you with myriad expressions of his undying love, affection and willing monogamy, do not panic. Do not cry. Simply take matters into your own hands.
I think I’ve officially exhaustedthe pawning off of my daughter’s artwork to her grandmothers as gifts. Her cute drawing on plain white paper is a hard sell as a birthday gift, when you gave the same thing a few months back at Christmas.
In an ideal world, every child would rush to the craft drawer immediately following his birthday and handwrite a heartfelt thank you note to acknowledge each gift. After which, he’d clean up his workspace.
When I was a kid, like so many others, I was convinced that my toys came alive at night and had tea parties. I only wished that I could catch them, just once, and join in the fun.
More and more, I am asked by friends to point them towards something reeeeeally special for their cousin’s/sister’s/husband’s supervisor’s wife’s baby shower. Not just the same old special that I recommended to someone else, but reeeeeeeally special. I’m pleased to say I now have a new option to add to the list.