Isn’t this the best birthday idea? I don’t know about you, but I love receiving letters in the mail. You know, those things written on paper and mailed in a envelope. And yes, from someone other than the cable company. My Mom’s sixtieth birthday is coming up. I think I might fill her mailbox with joy.
Ever wish you could still snuggle your childhood teddy bear while still exuding that heir of adult maturity? Well, now your sophisticated outer self and your immature, stuffed animal loving inner self can exist in harmony. Artist Augustina Woodgate took old fluffy and made him into a rug. Now you can feel that warm comforting fur every time you touch the ground of your oh-so-adult apartment.
In an attempt to save money, I plan to foster my inner chef by cooking dinner as much as possible this year. Of course, this is easier said than done when there are so many tempting restaurant options in my neighborhood. But who am I kidding? I love to cook. I mean LOVE to cook. It also helps that I now have someone to cook for other than myself. He has a tapeworm or something cause that boy can eat! I suppose we are a good pairing, because I cook like an Italian grandmother – no portion control.
Here are a few recipes I’m drooling over today.