The sun is not my friend.
I want to look beautifully bronzed, but it refuses, leaving me lobster-red instead. The worst part? I inherited my mother’s skin, which means as the daughter of a Stage 4 Melanoma survivor, I have to be extra careful.
These three words will literally never be applied to my natural skin tone.
One winter break in college, I worked for a company that sold all things smelly-good. Lotions, candles, soaps.
Your home wasn’t complete until every sink in the house donned your favorite scent. You couldn’t visit someone without smelling of vanilla or cucumbers or apple pie when you left.
Since then, we know a little more about what we’re buying when we give in to the gimmicks and the desire to smell like a cookie after using the restroom.
Search no further.
The deodorant we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.
I thought there would never be a dishwasher detergent that actually got my dishes clean.
You know…company-is-coming-over -this-is-not-a-drill clean.
However, once I realized it wasn’t the dishwasher’s fault (installing a new dishwasher is a great way of figuring this out for sure), I started the search.
I guess my first clue that there was something really wrong was when Continue reading “Nasty Dish Lady”
I put this off. For a long time.
I wish I was the kind of girl who would jump in and happily hand wash a dish when it was huge and wouldn’t fit in with the dishwasher load, but I’m just not.
Nope. Not about that life.
Should be. But. Just. Can’t.
So, since most everything goes in the dishwasher, I let this be one of the last switches I’ve made for our family, and now that I see how easy it is and how terrible the “good” options are that I bought, I’m (per usual) annoyed at my learn-the-hard-way lifestyle.
We’ve all seen those Pins that boast the many uses of dryer sheets.
Our baseboards are clean, our hair never has flyaways, and our dogs never smell like rain.
Unfortunately, there is one major piece of information missing. Continue reading “Suffocating in Softener?”