Five Mostly Visible Favorites


Well designed hair jewelry!  We are one hairy family. Katrina Burbank was kind enough to send me a few of the lovely hair do dads – a Flexi Clip and a beaded headband — that she sells through Lilla Rose Hair Jewelry.  Honestly, I was skeptical at first, especially about the flexi clip.  It’s pretty, but it looked hard to use and too small and heavy to stay in my kids’ thick, fine hair.  I also thought the headband looked uncomfortable.

Nope!   Wrong on both counts.  The headband has a hidden elastic band with an adjustable buckle, so it stays put without being too tight

She has dibsed this one for her first day of kindergarten.

and the flexi clip kinda just snapped itself into place and stayed put.  Dummy proof, which is what I need.  My four-year-old climbed up and down an entire mountain and it didn’t even slide around. Both pieces are lovely and well-designed, and the girls and I have been taking turns wearing them.  Thanks, Katrina!


A message of genuine tolerance. Hooray, the pro-life COEXIST sticker has its own website!

I have this sticker on my van, and you know it’s working because I haven’t run over anyone in months.  Check out Isa-Life Productions.  Gosh, I would love to see more of these in traffic.


An easy, cheapish, and tasty dinner!  Budget Bytes’ Easy Sesame Chicken.

It really was easy, and more than half the family liked it, which is more than I ever hope for.  I even substituted veg oil for sesame oil, regular vinegar for rice vinegar, and powdered ginger for fresh, and it was still yummy.  I was afraid I’d have to coat and dredge and cook each piece of chicken separately before adding the sauce, but you just mix it up with the coating and dump it in the pan, and it cooks up nicely.  And you guys, it turned out just like the picture.


Free pizza!  Pizza Hut is still doing that Book It program, where your kids can “earn” free pizzas by reading books.  We did this while we were homeschooling (and then ate our pizza in a nice quiet restaurant while everyone was still in school, ha ha).  They even have a special form for homeschoolers, so you can enroll your kids without having to make up a name for your school.


Our fabulous new couch!  Here is my daughter testing it out:

Heh.  What happened was, last week I threw our old couch out in a fit of righteous indignation.  This was satisfying; but, on the other hand, we now had no couch.  So I saw one at the Salvation Army for $40 and paid for it, to be picked up the next day, because my van is in the shop, even though not all of the bolts had fallen off the wheel yet.

This morning, I dragged my husband out of bed and we went with his station wagon to pick it up.  I told the kids to clear a path so we could get through, and to clean the living room, and get ready for our EXCITING NEW COUCH!   Of course when we got there, the store was closed, so we had to hang around in the other thrift shop next door.  They had a Fireproof DVD for only $3, but my husband claimed he “didn’t have three dollars,” which is, of course, why we need this movie so badly!  But whatever, I guess I can hold this marriage together all on my own.

Finally the Salvation Army opened, we backed up the car, loaded up the cushions, carried out the couch, and guess what?  It didn’t fit in the car.  So we gotta go back.

At this point, I was feeling a little downhearted, because how frickin hard is it to buy a used couch, and I can’t even do that, and the kids are going to be disappointed, etc. etc.  So my husband says, “Should we bring in an invisible couch?”

So that’s what we did when we got home.  As the kids looked on, we opened up the back, carefully eased out an apparently very heavy nothing, hefted it up to the porch, flipped it sideways, wedged it through while panting and grunting a lot, almost dropped it on my toe a few times, and shoved it into place.  Then we invited them to sit on it.  Five of them looked disgusted, and one started crying.  Ha ha, what a good joke!  Oh well. I thought it was funny, anyway.  We’ll get the couch tomorrow, if the van is done.  Maybe I should just get an invisible van.

Five things I honestly thought were favorites until I started writing about them

Trying something new today:


1 and 2.  Bras that actually fit.  I’ve been meaning and meaning and meaning to go to this store that does bra fittings.  On the one hand, I’ve been breastfeeding for a total of something like 146 months, and I walk like a cripple because I’m trying to hide the fact that my shirt fronts look weird.  On the other hand, I knew I was going to have to go in there and let them look at me, like, look at me, and possibly touch me.

So I while I was working up the courage for that, I checked out this site Her Room (CUSTODY OF THE EYES WARNING IT’S ABOUT BRAS AND WHAT IS IN BRAS, SO, YOU KNOW) at doesn’t just ask your band and cup size, but it wants to know allllllll about how exactly you’re shaped and — I mean, exactly how you are shaped, and, um, how’s it hanging, and such.  And then it makes specific recommendations for you.  Very clever and well done.  But by the end of it, it was like, “So, based on your input that you are a lumpy, pulpy, pendulous, glutinous, lopsided hag with something weird going on in the collar bone, we recommend the LALALALIQUE Titanium Ultra Whalebone Empresse Sassinesse Toujours Gai Ultra Suspension System Plus (may not available in leopard print) to wear under your turtlenecks.”  And I’m like, yay, you helped.  Now I want to go dig a hole and jump in it and never come out.

Anyway, after moping and stewing for a few more days, I put on some extra deodorant and dragged myself to this little lingerie shop in a nearby town, and asked for a bra fitting.  And it wasn’t humiliating or awful or anything.  The woman was professional and matter-of-fact and sympathetic, and I bought two bras (spending about as much as I would normally spend on six bras and a bottle of wine), and they are great.  Just great.  I don’t have to think about my chest all the time, or constantly seek out discreet corners where I can duck in and do some furtive rearranging all the time.  Blessed relief!  Recommended.

3.  The over the tank toilet paper holder.


This does not actually solve our current bathroom problem, which involves a stud finder that doesn’t find studs, a wall that spits out wall anchors with an almost audible “ptui” of contempt, and kids who see me buying accessories that make one room — just one lousy room — of the house look normal, and they think, “Challenge accepted.”  I think that if we want to have a toilet paper holder that stays put, we’re going to have to wall up one section of the bathroom with concrete, install molly bolts, and use them to chain the children to the wall so they can’t tear down the toilet paper holder, which will be on the other wall.  But for your house, maybe an over-the-tank model would help.

4.  I like to drink wine more than I used to. Anyway, I’m drinking more.  Yellow Tail is pretty good!


Because the experts says that if it tastes good, then it is good, right?  Anyway, I’m drinking more.


5.  So, I suppose everyone’s seen the Dove thing where it turns out the pretty ladies are pretty but *sob* they didn’t quite realize that they were pretty.

No, but seriously, I think it’s nice of Dove to be making an effort to make women feel okay, even if only in a very limited way; and I always admire a very smart marketing idea.  And I love that they set themselves up for this parody, which I suppose everyone has also already seen:


So, when I saw the first one for the first time, I immediately thought of my mother.  I’ll never forget the life lesson she taught me one day.  She had read somewhere that most women are not nearly as fat as they think they are.  The article suggested that a woman should take two chairs and set them up, with their backs facing each other, so that they are as far apart as her hips are wide.  “Go ahead and walk between the chairs,” the article urged, “And you will see that you have overestimated your hip width by several inches!”

“By gum, I’m gonna try that,” my  mother says.  So she sets up the two chairs, takes a few steps back, and then strides through — and knocks over both chairs.  Kablammo!  Well, she had eight kids!  And anyway, she’s skinny again now.  What do you want.

Well, it’s possible I’ve missed the point of Five Favorites.   To see how it’s supposed to be done, head over to Hallie Lord’s site, Moxie Wife, and check out the other links!  Happy Wednesday or whatever it is.