Like me, my dearest ones have led incredibly blessed lives. They "want for nothing" (though the grammatical accuracy of that phrase still puzzles me). On the occasion that their lives take a tumultuous-- if momentary-- turn, they do a funny thing: they invalidate their struggle by way of comparison. If I had a penny for every time I've heard one of them utter the following statements, I would have many pennies. It goes something along ...

I'm thrilled to announce that Live Simply is now serving the Seattle area, as well as extensive projects in Vancouver and Portland. If you're a West Coast-er looking to live simply-er I would absolutely love to work with you. AND to celebrate this new venture, I'm offering fReE consultation appointments to the first five respondents. Get at me and spread the word!  

It seemed only fitting that we close out what has shaped up to be a week of kitchen-y with a bunch of really, really nice kitchens. And not just kitchens, but kitchens with bar stools. I have never lived in a home with bar stools. Never enjoyed the look of them sitting obediently next to islands, nor been granted the convenience of a seating option that allows those passing through the eating room to sidle up, ...

Happy Thursday, lilacs! Are you sick of the kitch? If so, I do sincerely apologize; I swear it is purely coincidental that kitchen-related posts keep cropping up in my brain this week. The topic on deck is two-fold: 1. the issue of activity zones, and 2. the particular of the baking section. Allow me to elaborate. Many organizers swear by ordering rooms according to activity zones (i.e. all the miscellaneous goods related to one activity ...

We're back in the kitchen today. I'm liking it in here. I may even stay the week, heck! We're backtracking from yesterday a bit-- from cooking tools to ingredients, in particular the potato, onion, garlic, and tomato clan. It seems you little cumquats are perplexed as far as the storage of such produce goes. Live Simply wand *** here to ease your woes. Potatoes Resist that urge to throw your sack a' potatoes in the fridge. ...