Crunch Bars-Homemade

Recipe link

I haven’t had a mainstream chocolate/candy bar in years.  Between the filler ingredients, unhealthy dyes, and packaging waste, I try to track down homemade versions or local shop alternatives instead.  Store-brand Crunch Bars actually do keep the ingredients list fairly simple, but there’s no control over the quality or sourcing of them.

This recipe is laughably simple and incredibly delicious.  We just used our semi-sweet chocolate chips.  We also experimented with putting the mixture into silicone molds and in cookie cutters on a silicone parchment-lined tray.  Super tasty and simple.  Can’t get much better than that!

T-Shirts/Jersey Fabrics-Reusing

Stretch fabrics are SO great for REUSE projects, because they usually won’t fray after cutting, and therefore require way less sewing.

First things first, though.  Consider the reducing and other reusing options for clothing before chopping up clothes.

I’ve started collecting ideas for reusing jersey/t-shirt fabrics on my Pinterest page.  Here are a few of my favorite reuse projects with shirts that can’t be passed along to others:

–Shopping bags
–Reusable gift bags
–Headbands

More coming soon!

Issues with Kon Mari

It’s been awhile since I read Marie Kondo’s books.  Like most people, I took a lot away from them.  Despite the exhausting days of early Motherhood, I remember taking out my “like” items late at nights and finding those that sparked joy.  I think it’s a great way to view not only our current possessions, but also those we plan to bring into our lives.  (The mindless “click and buy” and shameless support of the evil Bezos has really got to stop.)  I reflect on this sparking joy mentality often and found there are actually very few possessions that I find to be “precious” to me.

I held onto clutter and childhood objects and mounds of paper through waaaay too many moves.  I’ve been fine letting go of a majority of it.  Unfortunately, not all of us can afford to get rid of clothes that don’t spark joy or fit right as our mama sizes fluctuate during the early childhood stages.  And as an avid crafter, adamant reuser, and big believer in sustainable, reuse items (rather than disposables), I have more than people who don’t hold these things dear to their hearts.

But this brings me to my big environmental Kon Mari cringe.  Her books say very little about getting rid of your stuff responsibly.  It’s as if her mission for a tidy home takes a selfish priority over spending the time donating, recycling, and reusing these items.  While she does mention reusing small boxes for organizers, that seems to be the extent of it.  (Unless I’m remembering horribly wrong.)  I’m not on the mainstream social media, but even I came across photos online of proud Kon Mari followers with bags and bags …and bags of eliminated clutter headed to the dump.  The Dump!   AHHHHHH!  I have heart palpitations just thinking about the mindless followers of her words who just threw stuff away for their own “peace of mind,” while our Earth suffered the consequences.

And then there are kids.  Oh, kids.  As I was reading the books, I thought to myself, “This woman does not have children.”  Or, if she does, she must not let them out to play or live.  I was happy to see that when the Netflix show came out there was an episode with a family with two young children.  It’s been awhile since I watched it, but I do remember Marie saying her own young daughter loved folding along with her (ummmm…this is NOT my kids) and when asked if her daughter ever didn’t cooperate, there was some sort of response that didn’t sound all too kind.  But the real kicker was when these frazzled parents were ready to get started with Marie, and both of their kids (BOTH!) went down for naps!!  Our first-born didn’t know what a nap was until she was about three.  I remember she once took a 2-hour nap when she was a baby, and I frantically contacted all my mama friends to ask what could be wrong with her.  Our son napped, but only until he was about two, and only under very specific circumstances.  I turned the Netflix show off after witnessing this baffling 2-kid nap thing, realizing this just wasn’t a reality that matched my own.

Our kids LOVE their stuff!  Like, a lot.  I remember when one of my friends was super concerned that her two-year old didn’t want to donate his toys.  Being on the outside, it was easy to see how ludicrous this sounded.  Kids are new to the world, and they’re figuring it out.  Their possessions can be a big part of what helps ground them and keeps them comforted while they try to make sense of changes that we adults may not even recognize are happening.  Just because a kid doesn’t want to donate their toys doesn’t mean they’re going to turn into some grouchy, miserly adult.  In fact, the more a kid can trust that their stuff is “safe,” the less cling-y they will be about stuff in the long-run.  In theory, anyway.  I think when kids are young, the best you can do is make sure they see your example.  Not in an overly dramatic show of things (kids are too smart for that), but make sure they see you going through your things and finding good new homes for what you don’t need or use anymore.  Let them see you gift to others, and let them see the joy it brings you in return.  And then just sit back and trust.

Yes, all of that was easy for me to see when thinking about it from another person’s concerns.  But when it came to my own kids?  Yes, I had similar fears.  Why didn’t they want to downsize?  Why couldn’t they realize that some kids had very little and they had so much?  Couldn’t they see the clutter of their toys was making Mama crazy?!!   ….  But I came to peace with it.  (Well, I’m coming to peace with it–it’s a process.)  And I realized just how relatively quickly their childhoods will pass. (Although most days it doesn’t feel that way.)  My daughter will only want to play with dolls for so long.  And my son will only want to sit with us and do puzzle after puzzle for so long.  This time is precious and getting hung up on clutter right now just doesn’t make sense.

The great news though, is that A) I’m embracing my clutter lately, rather than fighting against it, and, more importantly, B) Marie Kondo’s site now has a “Mindful Discarding” guide!!   (I’m assuming this may have been in response to some very upset critics.)  Mind you, the guide is not terribly thorough, but the effort is there.  (I read a much better book on tidying and properly disposing of stuff that I will try to track down again soon!)

Anyway, there’s definitely good stuff to take away from Kon Mari (Oh, wait, you’re supposed to be getting rid of stuff…), but hopefully any of the small minority of people who haven’t tried it will be responsible about any future discarding.  It does make it harder, for sure.  We have piles of stuff in our garage in the in-between phase–we know we’re done with it, but it’s waiting to be donated or reused or sold.  And the piles of “specialty recycling” are there too–the batteries, the electronics, the textiles.  But if this past year has taught us anything, it’s just how connected we are.  So throwing all your clutter in a landfill does not make it disappear.  This Earth is our home.  Let’s treat our planet with the respect that Marie Kondo insists we give our immediate living spaces.

Update on Marie Kondo:
She has three kids now!  and has “kind of given up on tidying.”  !!!

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Embracing Clutter

There are thousands of books and articles about de-cluttering.  Yes, I know it’s better for our mental health and energy levels to live in a clutter-free environment.  I know not everyone is on board with this “clutter-free” idea, but I happen to fully agree.  It’s just…

It’s not in my natural instinct, for one.  Which, granted, is no excuse.  But I also realize that, especially as a parent, I’m constantly faced with choices.  And as nice as a clutter-free, tidy home might sound, it just never ranks as a top priority for me.  So, I can either stress and fight against the chaos that is our home, or I can step over the clutter on the floor and live my life.  And, lately, I’m really trying for the latter.

I don’t like my kids sitting in front of a TV.  I borderline loathe it.  I’ve turned to it more this past year than I would care to admit to myself.  But when it comes to daily routine, I can either plop them in front of a screen while I tidy or spend that time letting them play (and, let’s face it, make more mess).  Yes, I know the ever-present idea that they should be involved in the clean-up.  I agree…to a point.  I once went with my daughter to a playdate when we were new to an area, and the mom spent the. entire. time. on the kids’ cases to clean up.  She followed each of their activities madly putting things away, instead of just letting them enjoy their time and letting us sit and get to know each other.  We easily could have cleaned up before leaving.  It was stressful and awkward, and it made me really happy for our messy home.

I believe kids’ jobs are to play.  I think many adults cling to an idea that if their three-year old doesn’t clean up his every mess that he will become some irresponsible, slob of an adult.  My kids do help to an extent, but they’re kids.  Not mini adults.  And frankly, if I don’t want to be tidying, why spend my time nagging my kids to do so?  My kids are also highly creative.  With homeschool and, apparently, parents who don’t need a Pinterest-perfect home, it’s game-on for creative projects.  There are always bits of paper everywhere and elaborate constructions of toys.  There are usually pillows and blankets dragged out for forts or boats or whatever make-believe play has struck their fancy.

At nighttime, I’d rather snuggle them to sleep with stories than close the door and participate in the cruel and antiquated “cry it out” mentality, regardless of their ages.  I remember how frightening nighttime could be for me, even as an older kiddo.  I want our kids to feel safe and comforted.  To me, this is part of the job.  Sure, it sucks sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  So, instead of doing a quick evening tidy, I’m in our family bed cuddling and telling stories.  Again, tidying takes a backseat.

And then there’s me.  I’d much rather spend my “free” time (Ha!) sewing or creating something (or typing this) than tidying up.  It’s just not high on my priority scale.  The result sounds nice, but… Nah.  And maybe this makes me lazy or a procrastinator.  But, honestly, the stuff will eventually get picked up.  It’s not like the kids will be teens and we’ll be stepping over these same piles of stuff that are here now.  (No, we’ll have new piles of stuff by then, of course!)

I also have this environmental weakness for always wanting to find a creative re-use for an item.  This is something that is never covered in de-cluttering manuals–The Obsessive Environmentalist.  So, at any given time, our cupboards have old toothpaste caps and outgrown baby socks and empty floss containers and old vitamin bottles, and a huge array of other miscellany.  (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this!)

And, oh, the kids’ artwork!   When we had to evacuate last year for a fire, this was the top thing on my mind.  And even though I’ve tried to take photos of their creations, and I realize it’s about the process mainly at this stage, I still value these far too much to just recycle them.  And my kids create a LOT of art.  And a lot of awkwardly-shaped art.  It’s part of what comes from the flexible days of homeschool and the lack of directed projects.  I have buckets and places for these, but that doesn’t stop them from creeping all over the house.  Ah, well.  Another winner over the tidy house.

Obviously this is something I could rattle on about for awhile–mainly, I’m sure, in an attempt to convince myself it’s OK to be living in a messy house.  But with so many picture-perfect homes out there covering the Internet, it’s important for us chaotic, messy homes to stick together and realize a clutter-free life ain’t everything.  If a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, then what the heck is an empty one?*

 

*Arguably, many Zen-type followers may be hoping for a clear and “empty” mind, and I applaud that.  But, at this stage of life, I’ll take my lot of ideas and thoughts, Thank you.

The Year of Living Danishly

The Year of Living Danishly (2015)
by Helen Russell

This book tells the story of the author and her husband (both British) and their year living and working in Denmark.  Helen Russell had read that Denmark had repeatedly been listed as one of the “happiest” countries in the world.  So during her year there, she sets out to figure out why.  Each month (chapter) covers a different piece of society from education to health to hobbies.  Helen’s writing is engaging and quite hilarious at times.  But, I gotta say, the more I read about Denmark (at least how it was presented in this book), the more I felt like I was reading a dystopian novel.  I wondered if the Danes she talked about were really, actually happy or just happy because their lives were mapped out for them.  There were a few very disturbing bits in the animal segment.  And I didn’t appreciate the condescension she received at various times throughout the book.  I wasn’t sold on Denmark at the end, or really at all, but the author was.  I wondered if her attraction to Denmark was really just because they had chosen a slower pace of life than their city home and bustling careers.  hmmm.  Anyway, I’m glad I read it, and I look forward to reading other books by Ms. Russell.  I just don’t see us moving to Denmark anytime soon.