Once again, I loved getting peeks into the lives of my wonderful Homies from your Offbeat Home Flickr pool submissions. I got lessons in how to calm a "batdog," got to peep a glorious gallery wall, and had my mind blown by a tiny cross-stitched charm. Ooh, I share with you yet another weekend adventure. This time, you'll NEVER guess the animal I helped my friend adopt.
My husband and I are considering putting our home on a vacation rental site for a huge summer event in our town. Escaping the crazy and getting paid for it sounds great, but I gotta admit I'm worried about having strangers in my house. Have any other Offbeat Homies rented their home to vacationers?
I need some help making my front entrance feel more inviting. My front door opens up into this narrow hallway that's nearly 20 feet long and only 3'7" across. I'd love to make my entrance feel bright and more welcoming, but I've been struggling to find a good way.
A while ago I was feeling overwhelmed, as I often do. That particular time, it was about wedding planning and how much stuff we had left to do. My now-husband looked at me very seriously and said, "I just changed the bedsheets and they feel awesome. Would you like to roll on the bed with me?"
I know, I know, you're too busy to exercise. You've got obligations, family to attend to, and not to mention that full-time job (that you may be at right now!). You're stuck behind a desk most of the day, so suiting up to go to the gym just ain't happening. Okay then, why not get a little exercise right there at work? Here are seven exercises and three stretches that you can do right now at your desk.
I saw this recipe on Pinterest, and knew I had to try it. We're big bacon and egg eaters, but I hate being stuck in the kitchen, watching both. This is a great way to get a breakfast/brunch going, for lots of people, or when you're up early and want to make something awesome. I like this because I can make a few for just the two of us, or two dozen for a family get together.
A few years ago I was watching an episode of one of Jamie Oliver's cooking shows. He noted, with an air of superiority, that he doesn't even own a microwave. I remember thinking that he was a) wrong, and b) preachy. But the idea of having my shit so damn together that I didn't need the convenience of a microwave stuck with me.