I have been in a pottery class for almost a year now and though my attendance can be sporadic, I have improved and what’s more important, it gives me a creative & therapeutic outlet.
There is an event held once per year where potters make teacups or mugs and donate them for this event. I bought a ticket and was able to score this mug from a fellow potter who has recently gone professional. It’s beautiful, unique, and locally made.
I already have a cupboard FULL of mugs, but it’s one of the best parts of my day when I get to choose the mug from which I will drink my beverage of choice.
Also, my organic tulips are always stunning. This area is called my gnome garden because it’s tiny and a lawn gnome lords over it making sure neighborhood cats don’t use it as their WC.
Last summer my family went huckleberry picking in the Idaho mountains. I froze quite a few and am enjoying them in my overnight oats.
That cat planter was picked up at a garage sale of a friend whose mother recently passed and she was a true cat lady. I thought I was, but now I realize I have a long road ahead of me! I put my hoya cuttings in there and it’s my favorite item at the moment.
Another string bag was added to my grocery kit as sometimes my other one is not enough for all the produce I buy. My other one was found at a thrift store and it is amazing. The tag on that one is Pier 1 imports. This one I found on Etsy and I love that it is organic cotton and is a neutral color. It is a smaller version of my other one, but it’s nice to have an extra one on hand.
And this sourdough sandwich loaf. 100% natural leaven, 100% homemade, and 100% delicious.
Peace and love,
Generally I make two loaves of sourdough every other weekend, but knew I wasn’t in the mood this weekend. I also wanted to hit up the Boise farmer’s market that was just opening up for the season. The only thing I was able to get was this loaf of sourdough bread, which looks ten times better than mine somehow. I was disappointed in how much fresh produce was already packaged in plastic bags or clamshells. Better luck later in the season I’m hoping.
After the market, I stopped in at the Boise Co-op which is a package free haven. Everything else was purchased there.
I’ve not been present here as much lately mostly because I am a teacher and have been working and also trying to figure out how to balance all the things in life I love while working full time.
I’m also volunteering to teach a “how to live a low waste life” class this month and next, and to be perfectly honest I’m nervous about it because I’m an introvert, and because I’ve never done such a thing and definitely don’t consider myself an expert. I have, however, read basically every blog post from my favorite bloggers, watched innumerable YouTube videos on the topic, devoured Zero Waste Home by Bea Johnson (twice), listen to low waste podcasts, and have carefully considered how to reduce my waste in every aspect of my life for the past 18 months.
At times I feel I am a woman possessed. I think, breathe, eat, and create with zero waste as a priority.
I think it’s time to let all my knowledge overtake my actions and trust myself and my intuition enough to know that I am enough, I have learned enough, and even if I stumble, I can get right back up and continue this journey. My whole life I have been afraid of failure. I have never felt like I was enough as a person, but I feel that now, at 32, I am ready to take on everything life has to offer. I am quite the late bloomer :).
Peace and love,
There’s a small country market approximately 20 minutes from my house, and it’s the closest place I can buy yogurt and half & half in returnable glass. It also happens to have an impressive produce selection. I stocked up on fruit & veg, and also purchased a beautiful jar.
They also have many choices of dried chiles, beans, lentils, grains, and flours. Unfortunately, those are not available in bulk, but I try to talk to them about the possibility of it in the future without coming across as negative.
This was the first time in a year and a half of no waste grocery shopping that someone has said anything to me. A woman in the parking lot asked if I was doing no waste and I was so shocked and excited I didn’t hold the conversation very well. Maybe next time!
I live in Idaho, and not even in the capitol, so it is surprising in a smaller conservative town when one meets like-minded individuals.
Isn’t the jar stunning? It will fit in perfectly with all my other vintage jars. (Almost a candidate for the show Hoarders.)
Peace and love,