Don’t strive for a ‘forever home’

I like home improvement. Or, more accurately, I hate it. But I like living in an improved home. And as anyone who has seen it will attest, my home has plenty of room for improvement (unless you have a penchant for faulty wiring, popcorn ceilings, and sloping floors - whoops! Haven't improved those yet. Can't … Continue reading Don’t strive for a ‘forever home’

People who live in small houses (part 1)

Do you ever read home improvement magazines/blogs etc., and think to yourself "I could live a pristine, organized life, too, if I had a million dollars and a custom-designed house?" Those articles always irritate me a little. Like, it's not that hard to make things work when you have unlimited space and funds and maybe … Continue reading People who live in small houses (part 1)

Don’t think: the beauty of habits

Since my adulting confessional last week, I've been swarmed by people pleading with me, "Ruth, you've gone from being completely disorganized to being only mildly disorganized. How do you do it?! Please, please share your wisdom." Ok, literally no one has ever said that to me. But I did have several people tell me that … Continue reading Don’t think: the beauty of habits

Achieving anal retentiveness (AKA learning to adult)

My siblings might tell you that I've been anal retentive since birth, but they're wrong. At least, they're wrong in the sense that I'm writing about today. If they accused me of being dogmatic, puritanical, and slightly self-righteous (you know, anal retentiveness of mind), I'd have to give them that. But I have rarely (ever?) … Continue reading Achieving anal retentiveness (AKA learning to adult)

The time I (sorta, kinda) KonMari™ -ed my house

It all started off innocently enough. It was a crisp autumn day in late September, and our little family was on a little getaway to visit our friends on their little organic farm.* We were envisioning a wholesome weekend of organic labour in the sunshine, powered by organic eggs laid by their organic hens. It … Continue reading The time I (sorta, kinda) KonMari™ -ed my house