It's a long story, but essentially, I don't have any outlets in my kitchen. I do however, have computer, stove and fridge so I'm good. I also sit my toaster on the floor in the hallway. It's like camping.
As I watch through the little window.
It seem so counter productive. "Homemade"... for you, by a little machine.
I've decided however that we must pull back. My pants aren't loose anymore.
My other foray into wilderness living is making my own laundry detergent. It was a fairly simple process. Grate the soap (I used Ivory), add some washing soda and borax, mix and voila! I stored it in an antique ball jar on top of the dryer, you know, to make myself feel old tymey
(note: don't use ivory. It doesn't dissolve very well in cold water, I'll be using dial I think for the next batch. I'm stubborn like that)
You know, they don't like it when you get that crap in your eyes:
For real they're not kidding:
After the eye flush, as recommended by the box, that I read exclusively with my right eye, all that I ended up getting out of my left eye was a cat hair.
I'm fairly confident I would have failed as a pioneer woman. They would have lost me somewhere around petticoats and no AC.