Saturday, January 07, 2006
Stir-Fry Salad
I just tried a new recipe this evening. I boiled a cup of stir-fry, drained it and mixed it in with romaine lettuce, extra virgin olive oil and cracked pepper. It was so-so. In the future, I will use soy sauce instead of extra virgin olive oil.
Stir-Fry veggies - $1.69
Romaine Lettuce -$1.60
Extra virgin olive oil - $4.50
Cracked pepper mill- $12.50 (it's a great investment, I swear!)
I just tried a new recipe this evening. I boiled a cup of stir-fry, drained it and mixed it in with romaine lettuce, extra virgin olive oil and cracked pepper. It was so-so. In the future, I will use soy sauce instead of extra virgin olive oil.
Stir-Fry veggies - $1.69
Romaine Lettuce -$1.60
Extra virgin olive oil - $4.50
Cracked pepper mill- $12.50 (it's a great investment, I swear!)
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Measuring
I have discovered a great way to save money on decorating...
Measure before you buy.
It seems so simple and yet how many of use guesstimate and end up paying the high price of not being able to use our newly acquire treasure?
I have discovered a great way to save money on decorating...
Measure before you buy.
It seems so simple and yet how many of use guesstimate and end up paying the high price of not being able to use our newly acquire treasure?
Monday, January 02, 2006
Poor Kid Fashion Sense
I grew up on the poor side of the rich part of town. Since my parents were divorced, my mother struggled to make ends meet on amodest (more like meager) elementary school teacher's salary. For all practical purposes, my sister and I were considered middle-class by the Federal government's standards. However, at school is was an entirely different matter. We were considered almost poverty-stricken by our much wealthier classmates whose two parent incomes were enabled them to live a more lavish existence.
In order to even get a pass into the "A-list" crowd, you had to wear authentic designer clothes. The "A-list" powers that be, could spot a fake ten miles away. Still that didn't stop those desperate to fit in from trying to pull a switcheroo.
One of the advantages of being considered a "poor kid" was that no one really expected you to be able to afford the big named designers. Alas, I was somewhat spared from the daily designer inspections. Of course, that didn't stop the more aggressive fashion divas from taunting my non-designer duds.
But, I always knew that high school was not a permanent existence and that my thrift store bargains and discount outlet wear would eventually become fashionable. Back in 1991, I sashayed around in the long suede coats of the 1970's, wore buttoned-down butterfly collars and velvet pants like it wasn't no thang. At the time, my ten-dollar 1970's ensembles were the subject of scornful whispers and some non-discreet finger-pointing. But, I felt vindicated by the mid-nineties when I returned from college and found that the 1970's silhouette had caught on in my hometown.
Fashion forwardness comes from necessity. I highly doubt that the "designer inspectors" from my junior high and high school days have ever done anything remotely fashion foward. Probably because, they always just had tons of cash to spend on designer clothing.
I am not hatin' on them, but it's something to keep in mind, whenever someone disses you for not dropping wads of cash on trendy designer items that will be considered "out" in a few months.
Unless you're wardrobe is a big part of your livelihood, save the expensive fashion purchases for the celebrity jetset crowd.
I grew up on the poor side of the rich part of town. Since my parents were divorced, my mother struggled to make ends meet on amodest (more like meager) elementary school teacher's salary. For all practical purposes, my sister and I were considered middle-class by the Federal government's standards. However, at school is was an entirely different matter. We were considered almost poverty-stricken by our much wealthier classmates whose two parent incomes were enabled them to live a more lavish existence.
In order to even get a pass into the "A-list" crowd, you had to wear authentic designer clothes. The "A-list" powers that be, could spot a fake ten miles away. Still that didn't stop those desperate to fit in from trying to pull a switcheroo.
One of the advantages of being considered a "poor kid" was that no one really expected you to be able to afford the big named designers. Alas, I was somewhat spared from the daily designer inspections. Of course, that didn't stop the more aggressive fashion divas from taunting my non-designer duds.
But, I always knew that high school was not a permanent existence and that my thrift store bargains and discount outlet wear would eventually become fashionable. Back in 1991, I sashayed around in the long suede coats of the 1970's, wore buttoned-down butterfly collars and velvet pants like it wasn't no thang. At the time, my ten-dollar 1970's ensembles were the subject of scornful whispers and some non-discreet finger-pointing. But, I felt vindicated by the mid-nineties when I returned from college and found that the 1970's silhouette had caught on in my hometown.
Fashion forwardness comes from necessity. I highly doubt that the "designer inspectors" from my junior high and high school days have ever done anything remotely fashion foward. Probably because, they always just had tons of cash to spend on designer clothing.
I am not hatin' on them, but it's something to keep in mind, whenever someone disses you for not dropping wads of cash on trendy designer items that will be considered "out" in a few months.
Unless you're wardrobe is a big part of your livelihood, save the expensive fashion purchases for the celebrity jetset crowd.
