It’s Fab Friday (Saturday, oops), and this week I’ve rounded up my favorite kitchen gadgets that help make cooking easier for me as a Spoonie! Hopefully some of these suggestions might be helpful for others of you out there in the chronic illness/mental health community. Here are 13 Essential Chronic Illness Kitchen Gadgets!
Happy Fab Friday, everyone! I’ve been looking for something to replace the old wall calendar that hangs next to my bed, and yesterday I came across the most gorgeous gold pocket planters. They’re practically made for the space, and they got me feeling all excited about incorporating some more greenery into our bright, east-facing bedroom.
(Do you ever get the urge to buy more houseplants in the spring? I feel like I do every year, but then I manage to kill all except the succulents and cacti by summertime. I think I’ll start with succulents and cacti this year and let the other houseplants enjoy long and happy lives elsewhere.)
Anyway, problem-solving that corner of my room got me searching for more cute pots and planters, and before I knew it, this week’s Fab Friday roundup was born!
Fab Friday: Gorgeous Gold Planters to Help You Green Up Your Space
It’s Fab Friday, and Tuesday was the first day of spring! Hooray! We’re only just finally starting to get some more wintery-feeling (read: wet) weather here in Southern California, so I’m going to embrace that while it lasts, but I’ve also seen the mustard plants starting to bloom in the foothills near us, which means spring is definitely here. Do you have signs like that where you live?
I love when the seasons change, and there’s something about winter to spring especially that inspires me. It makes me want to do more, see more, be more! One thing is always the same, though: I always get the urge to make my house feel more like spring. But how exactly do you do that? How do you bring that springtime feeling inside? This week’s Fab Friday has got you covered!
I’m going to come right out and say it: I’m going to talk about God and Christianity from time to time here. It’s a huge part of my life, and by that I mean in part that I live my life according to the church calendar, fasting and feasting in due season. So a lot of my experiences and thoughts are directly shaped by these seasons and will likely come out in what I write.
It’s Lent right now in the church year—the great fast that precedes the great feast. In some traditions people give up meat (and dairy and oil and sweets and alcohol and sex), but joining in that practice presupposes a dietary and cooking flexibility that I am not able to accommodate. So Lent in my house for the last few years has meant a sacrifice of time and effort to a worthy cause: cleaning time. For the 40 days of Lent, I concertedly spend extra time cleaning my house as a spiritual discipline. That’s not to say that I don’t clean my house in other seasons—I just do it more attentively in Lent.
Why? I don’t know. Because disciplines are good, and they help form good habits, maybe. I have never in my life been a clean and organized person, so there’s always something that needs more attention. I live in the perpetual hope that one day I might become a clean and organized person. I recognize that order is objectively better than chaos, and especially now that I’m a mom, I don’t want my son to grow up in a house full of chaos. But I think there’s something about cleaning house that’s metaphorically resonant with the practice of the Lenten fast.