Waste not. Want not; drying rack

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not; drying rack”

White Wax Protectant

The end One sunny day, Nanna was complimented by a stranger about how she seemed to glow. She smiled, excepted the compliment and moved on. It gave a little shot to her confidence. Made her smile. The next day she was complimented again. ‘Two days in a row she thought.’ Smiling to herself. It justContinue reading “White Wax Protectant”