Windowsill Herb Gardens in Colorful Tin Cans

Why purchase expensive flower pots for your windowsill herbs when the grocery store shelves are brimming with tin cans with wild and colorful labels?  The next time you go grocery shopping instead of simply looking for your favorite brand of this or that really look at the wide assortment of cans with fancy labels.  A lot of the time the little-known brands have the most exciting labels.

Pick out 5 or 6, take them home, use the contents for dinners being careful to not get the label wet or torn when you open the can.  You can carefully wash them out and turn over to air dry.  When dry punch holes in the bottom with a large nail and hammer and spray with a coating of clear sealer to protect the paper.

Add potting soil and your favorite herbs and maybe even a little popsicle stick stake with the name of the herb written with permanent marker.  A used wine cork speared on the top of a tiny stick is also a fun way to mark your plants.

Now water, put in a sunny window and enjoy!  You will have fresh herbs all year long in your little windowsill garden! herbsinteatins plantsintincans1 plantsintincans2 plantsintincans3 plantsintincans4corksforplants

It Is Your Mother’s Pyrex

Everyone’s mother had them.  The colorful milk glass bowls, casseroles, baking dishes, etc. were a staple in the 1950’s kitchens.  There were a myriad of patterns, all with names, that added to the excitement of the brand.

During the turbulent 1960’s and into the seventies, eighties and nineties when women were rebelling and forging into the workplace kitchens became less important.  The fast food mindset prevailed.

As women have taken their rightful place in the workforce many of them are rethinking cooking and their kitchens.  There are so many ways to make a good and healthy meal at home in record time.  Grocery stores are open 24 hours and supply many items that were not available in the 50’s and 60’s.  So cooking at home has become important again.

And with that comes the interest in the wonderful Pyrex brand.  These items can be used for mixing, storing, baking, stirring, serving, etc.  And they are like iron.  Hardly ever a chip or break after many years of use.

Vintage pieces of Pyrex are in demand.  Collecting of the different patterns is a fun way to brighten up a kitchen.

There is a website called Pyrex Love where a person can find out all about the brand, look up all the different patterns and find help with the hunt for them.

Personally, I love the Pyrex vintage pieces, have many in my kitchen and search for them in thrift stores and at garage and estate sales.

Take a look at  Start your own collection.  Happy cooking and baking!


A Nice Cup of Tea

Is there anything better than a hot cup of freshly brewed tea? The whole tea-brewing-thing is a ritual to me.  First run the tap until the water is clear and cold.  Fill the kettle.  While it is coming to a boil choose the tea.  I sometimes use loose tea but mostly dive into my stash of assorted teabags.  Earl Grey is my favorite but I like English Breakfast, Green with Ginseng, Peppermint, plain-old-Lipton, etc. I pick out my favorite mug for the day, plop in the bag and quietly wait for the rolling boil and teakettle whistle to begin. I always thought that leftover water boiled again made a horrible cup of tea and thought it was just me until I read that there is science behind that awful brew.  Apparently water boiled a second time loses oxygen thus the flat taste of the tea. Now that the fresh cold water is boiling rapidly pour it into the cup and let it brew.  I choose a quick brew not liking strong tea.  Add sugar or Splenda and lemon. I then escape to my favorite easy chair, put up my feet, sit back and enjoy.  Drink it while it is very hot….don’t let it cool too much for maximum enjoyment. A good cup of tea can fix most anything that is bothering a person. Add a splash of bourbon whiskey to a scalding hot cup of tea and even the most perplexing problems will drift away. Enjoy!!

Let’s start with me…

Hello.  My name is Diane.  And I am a late bloomer.

All my life I had been afraid.  I’m not sure why but I think it was a fear of not being good at something so I didn’t even try new things.  I would shrink from new adventures and retreat into “safety”.  Little did I know that my “safety” was a prison.

When I was about 32 I started to change.  I got the idea that I wanted to attend college and with much prodding from my husband I enrolled.  Only one class at first and I was terrified at just enrolling in that first class.  But I signed up, bought my first college book and showed up at class the first night.  That was the turning point.  I never looked back.

From that first Accounting class I took more classes and eventually enrolled full time so that I could finish my degree before 10 or 15 years!

From there I have moved ahead in my adventures.

Received my college degree at age 38.

Had my first child at age 40 after 16 years of marriage. (Yes, I was 40 and pregnant!!)

Had my ears pierced at 52.

Started my first business at 52.

Participated in my first 5K race at 56.

Took my first airplane ride at 60.

Opened my booth in an antique mall at 64.

These are just the highlights.  I have tried many, many other things during these “late” years that I never had the courage to do when I was young.

Sometimes I think back at all the opportunities that I missed in my youth by being afraid and am sad that I can’t go back and capture those adventures.  There were many things that I could have excelled in but didn’t even try.  I would have fallen on my face with quite a few of them also but that would be ok to me now.

I am having a terrific time at this late stage in my life and don’t even know that young afraid girl of my past.  I feel sorry for her but can’t spend too much time thinking about her or I will miss all the adventures today.

Thus the late bloomer continues her journey of adventures wherever and whenever they emerge.  They don’t present themselves as much as they did when I was young but none-the-less I am always looking for them in wide-eyed anticipation.