courtesy of Branch
My parents taught me very good manners, and it went beyond “please” and “thank you.” As soon as I was able to grip a crayon, my mom would sit me down to write thank you notes to friends and relatives who gave me presents for my birthday. Even in this day of communicating via IM and text messages (and don’t get me started on My Space or Facebook), I find something comforting and charming about a good old-fashioned notecard.
courtesy of Box Girls
Holiday gatherings with my family were never really quiet. There was always music playing on the stereo and lively chatter around the table. There weren’t many lulls in conversation with our bunch, but I hear about others who struggle with passing the time at gatherings.
I’ve been invited to spend Thanksgiving with my boyfriend’s family and I want to make a good impression. I’m pretty proud of my apple pie recipe, which I’ve adapted from various cookbooks and I now make using organic flour, butter and sugar. Last year, one of the vendors at the farmers’ market recommended I use a blend of apples I hadn’t tried before and the results were great. So, I’ll make a pie.
When I get complimented on something I’m wearing that’s made of organic cotton or bamboo, I get a big kick out of boasting, “It’s organic!” But only a few years ago, it wasn’t so easy. When deciding to green my life, it was easiest to start with home products (replacing toxic products like Windex and Fantastic with natural ones by Seventh Generation and Method). Then I focused on finding suitable substitutes for beauty products (out with Chanel, in with Dr. Hauschka). My closet? Not so fast. I was pretty attached to my favorite lines and was reluctant to sacrifice my style.