Walking is a form of exercise that is available to almost everyone. While it is a low-impact exercise there are many benefits. All we have to do is motivate ourselves to get out and walk.
If you are like me, you can find a lot of excuses *not* to walk. It’s too hot, too cold, too windy, too rainy … you get the picture. Still, I know I need at least 30 minutes of exercise every day. On days I just can’t get motivated to take a walk, I have found a wonderful alternative. YouTube.com
My office is the perfect place to join a “walk at home” video. There is ample space and my computer screen is large enough for viewing while moving. There are a couple of instructors I particularly enjoy. Sometimes I just try random videos. Searching for “walk at home” or “walking for seniors” yields multiple selections.
I use the free videos. Some of those have advertisements once or twice during the routine, but I just keep walking through the ads.
Leslie Sansone, a workout instructor from years ago, has some fun 15-minute and 30-minute routines. You walk in place, step to the side, walk forward and backward, kick, and reach. Even in the 15-minute workout your heart rate gets elevated for about 10 minutes. She is adorable with her lovely smile and cute comments. Her one-mile walking workout is my favorite. It takes about 17 minutes and shows additional people enjoying the workout. They have become my walking buddies!
Another fun one is Yes2Next. A young lady named April and her mother Eiko (spelling?) do the workouts together. I love the way April encourages and supports her mother. And Eiko is so sweet and funny. She keeps up, motivating me to keep going, too.
At times I think I am not “up” to walking but I encourage myself to do just five minutes. Invariably the five minutes morph into the entire 15- or 20-minute workout. I may be a little tired afterwards, but I have a glass of water and sit and read for a while. Sitting is my reward for a job well done. *smile*
Give it a try! You may find you are adding to your exercise routine and enjoying the movement. Now walk, walk, walk ….
At times I think about my childhood and believe things were much simpler then. Of course if I remember correctly, my parents said the same thing. As the summer has come to a close and autumn is now upon us, so too is the autumn of our years. Let’s take a deep breath and enjoy the change of seasons as we remember, fondly, years gone by. And know that
“Age is just the number of years the world has been enjoying you.”
“Remember when” is a phrase that conjures memories. It is commonly used to think about past events, former life experiences, and activities with a certain level of fondness. “Remember when” is a way to recall past experiences, places, or times. Usually these thoughts hold positive meaning or special memories. The phrase may evoke a sense of shared history.
Do you remember when ….
… we rode in the back compartment of the station wagon or the back of a pickup truck and no one thought our parents were irresponsible?
… cereal was considered a good-for-you breakfast?
… you were your parents’ television remote? (“Johnny, change the channel”)
… you played outside until dusk? My dad would whistle shrilly, meaning it was time to go in … and all the neighborhood kids went home.
… you walked to and from school, often alone?
… your parents did not lock the house or the car?
… good manners were expected, not amazingly appreciated?
… “Beam me up, Scotty” and watches you could talk into were science fiction?
… you enjoyed the funnies in color on Sunday morning while your dad read the news and mom clipped coupons from the newspaper?
… paper bags were bad because they destroyed trees; the solution was plastic bags?
… you had to memorize the “times tables”, aka multiplication?
… when you dialed a phone number you actually turned a dial and the telephone number began with letters? FR2-2579
… the family ate together at the kitchen table and mom had cooked the food?
… the doctor made house calls?
… gay was a synonym for happy?
… kids had BB guns that would “shoot your eyes out” ?
… the family attended church and Sunday School or other religious traditions, as a family?
What do you remember about your childhood? Reminisce on days gone by, focusing on happier times when the world was your oyster. (What does that mean, anyway?!)
While we do not want to wallow in the past, sometimes nostalgia kicks in and we …
Timmy stories are part of our family culture. There is always a lesson in them, and our family grew from the experiences. However, I am beginning to think that our mother left us alone way too much. She was a strict yet loving mother, and we knew the guidelines. When she was away, that is when the action happened. Let me share a Timmy story of one such occasion.
My brother Timmy loved to cook. However, you could only cook when our mother was home. That was the family rule, but one Saturday in the summer, Timmy decided to break the rule and make some fudge. Full disclosure, I was not an accomplice in this venture. I was reading somewhere in the house while the caper unfolded.
I heard the banging of pans and smelled the chocolate brewing into fudge, and then there was a burnt sugar smell. After that, there were no sounds in the house, so I went on reading. Upstairs in the kitchen, Timmy was panicked as the fudge morphed into a burnt blob of sugar, and it would not come off the pan. He thought the fudge was stuck forever!
This was mother’s favorite pan to use when she was cooking, and it would be missed at the next meal prep. Timmy used typical kid logic and needed to hide the evidence. We had a big field across the road in the front of our house. He took the pan outside in the front yard and heaved it into the field across the street. The pan landed in high grass. No one would know what happened. He knew he would be in double trouble for unauthorized cooking and destroying our mother’s favorite pan. He was not free from worry as a cloud of doom formed over his head.
For the next few weeks our mother ranted about the missing pan blaming our father for using it to feed the dogs. Our father knew better. I could honestly say I had no idea where it was. Timmy would deny any knowledge of the pan. However, he began having trouble sleeping. He was sick at his stomach. He couldn’t eat. It got so bad that he finally confessed one night after he said his prayers.
So, our mother got a flashlight, and Timmy and she went into the field in search of the pan. It was right where he said he threw it, but there was a surprise! The pan was clean as a whistle. I think Timmy learned the power of prayer. Apparently, the ants had a picnic and feasted on the burnt fudge.
There is a quote by Lafcadia Hearn about ants – All good work is done the way ants do things: Little by Little. And boy, did the ants do exactly that. I don’t remember Timmy getting into trouble. He had punished himself far more than my parents would have punished him. I do know our mother was happy to have her pan back. Timmy’s shoulders were much lighter, and we all learned that burnt pans can be cleaned by ants if all else fails. Tuck that cleaning hack away for another day!
New Yorkers get a bum rap for being unfriendly or rude or cold. They are busy people, but they are at heart kind people. If you ever watch multiple lanes of traffic at the Holland Tunnel, you will see New Yorkers narrow several lanes of cars blending them into two lanes to exit or enter the city. I have a friend who calls it braiding. The out-of-towners are the ones breaking the lines and are not civil. New Yorkers know that none of that will make a bit of difference. The line goes when it goes. Patience is the answer.
When you are riding the subways and are departing or entering the station, New Yorkers will hold a door for the person behind them. They hold until someone grabs the door. They don’t look at you but let go when you take hold. No one says thank you. Then, you in turn, hold the door until you pass it on to another.
For the most part, people will stop you on the street and help you find your way if they see you with your nose in a travel guide. If I ever asked for directions, I was readily given assistance. You can’t ask for more.
When I first moved to NYC to work, I had no idea what I was doing most of the time. As I shared before, there is a very steep learning curve. Early in the transition, I visited a few times to find a place to live and meet the people I would be working with and so on.
I stayed in a hotel in Chelsea area of the city. My future boss lived on the Upper West Side. On one of the early visits, I was to take the subway uptown to meet the boss to go out for dinner. He told me to take the C train and get off at 86th Street.
So, I off I went to take one of my first solo subway rides. I came downstair to the trains and stood by the sign that gave you information about the C Train. Along comes a train, the door open and I entered the subway car. We are humming a long, and I notice that we were traveling out through the avenues and not moving North through the streets. Something was wrong. I asked someone on the train where the train going. It was going to QUEENS! Queens was a foreign country as far as I was concerned, and I was going in the wrong direction.
The woman I asked where I was, kindly got off the train with me and walked me to the other track to get me going in the right direction. There I stood where I had started at the C Train info sign. A train came, the doors opened, and I entered. We are moving along and suddenly we were moving out through the avenues on my way to QUEENS. It was Groundhog Day, and I was doing exactly what I did the last round. What was I doing wrong?
I was sitting next to a Budish Monk in his saffron robes and several construction workers surrounded me. I asked for help, and they stepped up. One of the construction guys in a plaid shirt walked me over to the transit map and explained the routes. There are three trains – the A, C, and E – all using the same track. I was getting on the E and not the C. You must look on the front of the train to see which is which. I was thinking of subways in Europe where one train is on one track. People were chiming in giving me advice. I said I will just up to the street and get a taxi. No, no, you will never get a taxi on a Friday night, and it will take you forever to get uptown. Stay on the train! They gave me directions, and since I now knew how the trains ran, I was on my way finally. At the time, you could not use a mobile phone in the subway, so I had no way in getting in touch with my boss. I was just late, VERY late.
I was finally on the right train and made it to 86th street. I came out of the subway and called my boss as we were walking towards each other. We greeted one another with laughter. It was funny after I made it to him. It wasn’t so funny at the time, yet I never felt scared or panicked because there were kind people around me who were willing to go out of their way to help me on a busy Friday night when they just wanted to get home. So, I know firsthand the kindness of New Yorkers, and they don’t deserve the bum rap of being rude.
If I remained on the E Train and actually went to Queens, I may have never found my way back to Manhattan. What an adventure that would have been! However, I know that someone would have helped me, The city may be known as the Big Apple, but it is also should be known as a city with a Big Heart!
What image do you conjur when you hear the term “Book Club?” If you have never been in a book club, you may be thinking “boring intellectuals” or “seedy romance fantasies.” When I affectionately mention my book club I see eyes roll or blank stares. I just smile. I love my book club!
We are the Literary Lattes. Literary means concerned with or connected with the writing, study, or appreciation of literature (Collins Dictionary); literature being books and writings published on a particular subject (Oxford Languages Dictionary). Lattes are … well … yummy coffee or tea drinks. We meet once a month at a Barnes and Noble Café, hence the lattes. Usually we add a scone or breakfast sandwich since we meet mid-morning.
In my professional, working years, I had time only to read those things that furthered my knowledge of the position I held and the industry I was in. Once retired, I was starving for some intellectual stimulation, camaraderie, and the expansion of my realm of understanding. A book club seemed to be a good option.
Honestly, I tried starting my own, but after a couple of years, it fizzled out. The people I invited were not committed to process – read the book, discuss, drink some wine, eat some appetizers. Then I tried another but there was too much drama. The organizer was an extremely rule-bound, control freak – nice lady but so obsessed with the rules she created that members of the club began to drop out. That book club was a bit too intense for my retirement entertainment.
Now I have found the perfect match for myself. The group is small, allowing each person to have the space to share her interpretation of the month’s selection. We use one of the many free services available for scheduling and sharing ideas – Book Clubs. I opted to pay for the Premium version so we can have multiple administrators. Our book club is fluid and flexible, so anyone can send messages to others, create book lists, schedule meetings, and post reviews. In this way, no one person is “in charge.” It works for us.
We select books four-to-six months in advance. If someone has extra time or wants to take along a book when traveling, we always know we can read a book in the queue. The books we pick come from various genres: historical fiction, memoir, occasional “beach reads”, mysteries, Pulitzer prize winners, best sellers, and so on. I like the mix. When I am not reading a book club choice, I can always read another book of my own liking.
Recommendations often come from friends outside our club who have read a particular book and shared his or her thoughts. Often, we run across a review or see the book mentioned so many times we figure “maybe we should read this one.” Almost always, we will read a book I otherwise would not have selected for whatever reason. This expands my horizons.
We read the format we prefer for the title and the time –hard cover, soft cover, electronic, or audio. Members have commented that the audio version provided a voice for the characters or author. Of the Kindle version eliminated the extras that appeared at the end of the hard copy.
I enjoy hearing the varying perspectives. Others find passages I may have skimmed over or validate ones that really “spoke” to me. We don’t always agree on the intent of a character or the author’s underlying purpose, be we respectfully listen to each opinion and openly and honestly share our own. How refreshing it is to be able to engage in civil discourse over the content of a published work.
Books can transcend time and place. They can take us where we have never been or where we wish we could go. And according to research, the act of reading stimulates one’s mental capacity and possibly cognitive longevity.
If you are a member of a book club, you probably are nodding your head. If you are not but would like to be, check with your local library, look online, or even a local bookstore – many of which sponsor book clubs. You may have to try a few to find the right fit. Once you do, I believe you will find new friendships in the people who attend or in the characters in the book. Happy reading!
When I was in seventh grade, I got braces. I was one of the few kids in the school to have them. And on top of that, I wore glasses. Four eyes became metal mouth. In those days, you wore metal band around the whole tooth, and you wore little rubber bands to pull the teeth in the right direction. I can remember that each time I went to get them tightened, I was in pain before we hit the elevator. It was a very long two years to get my teeth straight. Then it was retainers for years. Did any of you have those experiences in your junior high years?
Today, kiddos have a much different experience. Most children are wearing braces today. You are really not different from anyone else at school. It starts much earlier with pallet spreaders, retainers before and after, and the development of Invisalign – the invisible retainers that gradually move your teeth. You must wear those retainers for 23 hours a day and that can be difficult for young people to do. However, you can’t really see them, so you “quietly” make the changes to your smile.
Initially what started my brace journey was a little girl jumping on my back when I was three and I hit the refrigerator, and my front tooth blacken and died. I lost the tooth way too early so when the permanent teeth came in, my one front tooth crossed the other front tooth. The braces fixed the tooth and my bite, so I was gifted with a great smile.
In my 50s my teeth began to shift. The cross over tooth was crossing over again and the other tooth was drifting back so I had a shadow when I smile. It would show up especially in photos. My dentist in NYC suggested I try Invisalign to fix my teeth again. So, in my sixties, I began to wear braces, the new improved version, but nevertheless it was still braces. I was one of the orthodontist’s oldest patients. At my age, I oversaw my own procedures. I would check in every 6-8 weeks. I was given the trays, and I was very disciplined wearing them for the required 23 hours. Occasionally I would take a few extra hours off. I was able to complete the procedures in 15 months. The Orthodontist corrected the shifting tooth, but he also realigned my bite, so my bottom teeth did not touch my top teeth making them better for old age. The final trays become your retainers, and they prevent you from grinding your teeth and wearing them down.
I was happy that I decided to wear braces twice. Once is enough for most people. However, if you are not happy with your teeth or your smile or having problems with your bite causing problems with your teeth, Invisalign is something to consider. It cost me $5000 for the procedure and some of it was covered by my dental insurance from work and I had money in my HSA. Today, it would cost you up to $9,500. To me it was worth every cent. I am very good at wearing my retainers each night. On my first round of braces, you were weaned off retainers – every day to three times a week to once a week then done. Really, you are never really done with retainers because teeth shift. So, if you want to keep that beautiful smile, it will need constant attention. If you ever considered doing Invisalign, it is easy and not too much discomfort. Remember, you are never too old to begin again whether it is your first or second time with braces!
My [third] beloved 2014 Toyota Camry is reaching 120,000 miles. So far, I have had no major repairs. I faithfully have kept up with the recommended maintenance, have occasionally replaced tires and a battery or two, and consistently vacuum and wipe down the interior. These cars last forever. Still, I decided to replace the Silver Bullet, if only so I can use the trade-in as a down payment, thus avoiding significant out-of-pocket expense.
Truth be told, I want a luxury vehicle. I will admit it. After years as a single mother, caregiver, and generous grandmother, I had decided it was time to treat myself. In the past I have been perfectly satisfied with a mid-range car. I have never been one to feel a need for a new car every few years, having had my last three Camrys 11, 10, and now almost 12 years, respectively. The cars look fine (although this last one suffered a couple of door dings and a scrape). They have been safe and reliable.
I spent several weeks reviewing cars, crossovers, and SUVs online. I read reviews, looked at features, searched for ratings.
Out I went in search of a new ride. Loving a good road trip, my goals were standard: safe, reliable, and comfortable. Those features that seemed like bells and whistles in years gone by are now standard in almost every [new] vehicle for sale.
I headed first for the Toyota dealership, being familiar with the brand. As is the case in most cities now, one owner holds the license to sell multiple manufacturers’ products. The autoplex or automall is not uncommon. On the way to Toyota, I stopped to look at other manufacturers’ offerings.
Admittedly car shopping is overwhelming. I dreaded the “hard sell” – but was pleasantly surprised that I received none of that. Some places had an abundance of inventory. Toyota had very little. What I found interesting was how similar cars are and how varied the prices can be. For the day, I settled on two that I test drove – one was a smaller SUV, and one was a larger, more elegant model. The larger was, as you may guess, almost $12,000 more, but still under what I believed I would have to pay.
I came home and searched for more information. The salespeople both gave me a printout of the car I drove. The printouts included the VIN and basic information about the vehicle. I used that information to find out more on the U.S. Department of Transportation National Highway Traffic Safety Administration website. https://www.nhtsa.gov/ It has a wealth of information. You can look up safety ratings and additional information. You can enter the VIN of your car to get full information on it, which I found was invaluable.
I was hoping to take advantage of the new provision to take an income tax deduction on the loan interest. The deduction is phased out for taxpayers who have a modified adjusted gross income of over $100,000. My research yielded the following additional criteria that must be met to take the deduction (even if you do not itemize.) https://www.irs.gov/newsroom/one-big-beautiful-bill-act-tax-deductions-for-working-americans-and-seniors . To summarize the vehicle interest deduction:
The vehicle must be new and purchased in after December 31, 2024, or in 2025 – 2028.
The vehicle must be for personal use and must be secured by a loan, not a lease.
The weight of the vehicle must be less than 14,000 pounds.
The vehicle must be made in or put together in America. Use the NHTSA’s VIN decoder to discover the vehicle’s plant of manufacture. https://vpic.nhtsa.dot.gov/decoder/
The lender must report the interest paid to the IRS and provide a statement to the taxpayer, similar to a home mortgage.
I am fascinated by how much information is available, yet one must be informed to know to look for certain results. At least one thing has significantly changed in car buying. Dealers are no longer allowed (by law) to play around with extra fees, unclear interest rates, and other deceptive practices they used in the past. Once you sit down to pen the deal (supposedly) everything is open and on the table. So, off I go to finalize a purchase.
My brother-in-law, Ron, has Parkinson’s. He fights a valiant battle each day with dignity and grace. Everything is hard, and each day the disease steals a little more from him. As a family, we are always looking for ways to make things easier for him.
Parkinson is a neurological disease that has many symptoms, and it seems that each person has a different set of them. So, when I came across SteadyScrib, I thought we had found an answer to a common challenge for Ron and many other Parkinson’s patients – micrographia. The handwriting is often so small that you can hardly read it.
SteadyScrib was developed by two college students, Izzy Mokotoff and Alexis Chan, from Northwestern University. Izzy had a grandfather with Parkinson and handwriting was difficult for him. Alexis was a biomedical engineering student and had the skills to develop a new product. They set out to solve the problem. They eventually developed the prototype, applied for a patient, and proceeded to manufacturing. SteadyScrib was an idea that became a reality thanks to two young, innovative, passionate women.
It is a writing system that uses a magnetic clip board and a pen that is weighted, magnetic, and has a special grip that is like the ones that young children use to gain pencil control. I went on the waiting list to get one once the pens were available for purchase. Patience was needed because all the steps to production take time. Eventually, the little company informed me the pens were available. I ordered one. It arrived shortly thereafter.
I took the pen to Ron and sat with him as he gave it a test drive. He was able to print with larger, readable letters. You wouldn’t know he had a writing challenge. Then he wrote his signature, and it was almost perfect. It was miraculous. The pen worked. I do however believe a little practice is needed to perfect one’s handwriting. It is that old round, round, ready, write that we all did in elementary school when it was just reading, writing, and arithmetic.
This blog is a PSA today. If you know anyone with Parkinson’s or are dealing with it with a family member, this pen seems to work well for indecipherable handwriting. This brings back some control and independence to the Parkinson’s patient. Everyone should have a good strong signature – Hey, Gen Z or whoever, hear this! This is coming from an elementary teacher who taught penmanship!!
SteadyScrib Pros – This is a relatively easy system. The materials are well-made. It works, and it did for Ron!
SteadyScrib Cons – It is a bit pricey at $75.00. It could get cheaper if more are produced. This is a small operation. Some of the fee is given to the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research or another Parkinson’s group of your choosing. They now have gel ink cartridge replacements – 3 for $15.00. if it works, it is worth the price regardless. They do offer a payment system.
Contact Information – SteadyScrib.com is the website. You can order the pen and replacements cartridges from the site. There is lots of additional information available, testimonials, and the story behind the invention.
Thank you, Izzy and Alexis for changing the world and making it better for Parkinson’s patients.
I just returned from my daily walk. I say daily because I have no set time to venture out. I just know I have to walk every day, if possible. As the temperatures continue to rise, it becomes harder to motivate myself. Wishing I had heeded the recommendations when I was much younger, I now engage in some form of exercise every day. The more aches and pains that arise, the more exercises I add. Once they become routine, they are not so bad. The exercises take over an hour-and-a-half to complete. I have to remind myself that I am retired and exercise will keep me healthier as I continue to age. It beats the alternative, I suppose.
As I stepped off my front porch and up and down the bridge-like front walk I heard the sounds of suburbia. Across the street an old fence was being loaded onto a flatbed and new panels were being unloaded from another. The voices of men instructing each other as they carried panels and installed the new fence reverberated through the neighborhood.
Continuing along my usual route I saw yard crews mowing and edging. In front of one neighbor’s house the man was visiting with a contractor about a repair that needed to be completed. A new air conditioning compressor was being installed at another home.
Rounding one of the cul-de-sacs I was deep in thought about the various flower beds and landscaping when I noticed a pair of legs, crossed, at the edge of an open garage door. As I came closer, I noticed a hand waving, although I could not see the man’s face in the shadow of the structure. I said hello and continued my turn toward the uphill slant of the street.
Later today Mosquito Militia will spray (organically) my yard and deck – my Urban Oasis – to cut down on that pesky population that I seem to attract just by stepping outside. Another indication of life in suburbia.
At last my house was in sight – a welcome abode where I would cool down and drink a whole glass of water before carrying on with my day’s objectives. I reflected on my observations, noting how grateful I am to have a comfortable home, food in the refrigerator, relatively good health, and a neighborhood where I feel safe enough to walk alone at any time of the day.
Ladies from my generation, do you remember when you were little girls and being enchanted with John F. Kennedy, his wife Jackie, and their children, Caroline and John-John? They were American royalty – remember it was the time of Camelot. I think when they were in the White House, I fell in love with fashion and just adored seeing the latest pictures with Jackie’s outfits with her iconic pillbox hats and her adorable children riding their pony Macaroni or playing in the Oval Office. Then the time was gone in a puff with the presidential assignation, yet I continued to watch for pictures of Jackie and her children.
Then during my daughter’s youth, Princess Diana reigned more than the British Isle. She was a fashion icon with her cute little boys, Prince Wills and Prince Harry. Her clothes were just beautiful, and she epitomized a true English rose. It was fun again to see what she was wearing and what she was doing. Princess Diana was a breath of fresh air from the stodgy monarchy. (I can’t remember Princess Anne as a fashion forward icon.) Her time ended too quickly with her untimely death. However, she still dominates a good bit of the news.
Then the next generation, in our present time, came on the scene with Wills and Harry growing up and marrying. Prince William marries Kate Middleton, and the new princess is just lovely as well. They have three adorable children, George, Charlotte, and Louie.
Later, Prince Harry marries Meghan Markle. The new Duchess of Sussex has an exotic beauty about her and has a flair for fashion. They have two children, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet – again adorable.
The larger world and our own personal lives have been full of challenging times, and there doesn’t seem to be much making us smile. Yet, when I look at the news and the British Royals are featured, I know I will be uplifted with beautiful clothes and cute pictures of their children. It may seem shallow, but I am thankful for the respite from the woes of our world.
I realize that the Royals themselves have their own set of problems – stay calm and carry on is something they live by. I was a big fan of Meghan Markle when she was on Suits. Her blog, The Tig, was an early lifestyle site. She has always loved food, wine, entertaining, crafting, and travel. She had a healthy following. Then you fall in love with a prince and your whole life changes where you must put away the things you love.
The honeymoon with the British press lasted for a few years then they turned on Meghan. I am sure that all the accusations have some truth about her, but who would like to live under the pressure of constant judgment. Whatever you do, it is not right. You might decide to leave that life behind. Fast forward to present times, Harry and Meghan did just that, and they had to make a living to afford the lifestyle they have been accustomed to and most importantly pay for protection for their family. – all big bucks!
Which brings me to a review of Meghan’s new lifestyle show, With Love, Meghan, on Netflix. I was trying to watch with an open mind because I like her, and I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed the series. I learned something new every episode either about cooking or decorating or gardening or entertaining. I appreciated all her creativity. She moves throughout her world in confident and caring ways. She has come back to the roots of the things she loves. Again, she is being judged on everything she presents, but she perseveres. She is a little worker bee even if she is a queen bee!
I loved the little edible flowers in the first episode and cannot wait to get some. I will be sprinkling everything. I loved the idea of using a Ziplock bag as a pastry bag with a scissor snip. I love hosting so she gave me a few ideas to spruce up the guest room. I haven’t tried the recipes yet, but I will. I am going to rewatch the series again and catch the things I may have missed. And it is exciting there is going to be a second season. I can hardly wait. So, despite how other may feel about her, she has given me a place to escape our challenging times and enjoy a pretty life! I can’t wait for her to reissue her products – they sold out within an hour. She may be more popular than presented.
When I was a young woman, we had Alexandria Stoddard. She wrote books about living a pretty life. I always loved reading her suggestions. I think this is what Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, is trying to do – giving us ideas for making the ordinary extraordinary in simple ways! Then came Martha Stewart. I lived by everything she said. She went off to prison, and we all seemed to still like her.
If you haven’t watched With Love, Meghan, I think you might enjoy it. No need to judge her, just use her ideas in your life to make things more interesting and enjoyable. Get some dried edible flowers sprinkles and spread a little joy!
Note: The Second Season dropped earlier than I anticipated. I just finished watching Season 2. Again, lot of ideas to make your life prettier. I also purchased some of the products that As Ever offered. The packaging was very well done with little details such as personal notes and the like. The products seemed to be of fine quality – I got my flower sprinkles. The apricot jam I ordered was out of stock. They reimbursed me for it and are sending a free jar once they restocked. I think that is excellent customer service and encourages future purchases.
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