Guest Post: Nearly Ruined

This post is from my dear friend, Angelika. Check out her great blog, Thrift Shopper for Peace. . . . . . . I’m not sure if it’s an honour or a punishment to be doing a guest blog post for Anna-Marie. It’s an honour because she is my friend and thrift-shopping-soul-mate. I am always happy…

Up And At ‘Em

Hey there friends, it’s been a long while. I’ve been back at the shops for a month and a half now (well, not straight, that would be insane. I’d probably have died), and I think it’s time to update you all on my consumption! Oh, yes, my consumption. July 6th came in all its glory…

#Humblebrag

With less than two weeks to go on my consumption sabbatical, I thought I should confess one more spot of weakness in my consumption patterns: arts and crafts. I was raised to sew. I have distinct memories of sitting on the kitchen floor with my grandmother instructing me in hand sewing. I quickly learned to use…

The Dress Saga Continues

I have a Christmas story to share with you. I know it’s a bit late, but you’ll enjoy it anyway. In the middle of December I was contacted by a man who had gone through a bit of trouble to find me, and who lives all the way on the other side of the country….

You Can Never Go (shopping at) Home Again

Well, I made the trek to my West Coast homeland for a beautiful, green Christmas this year. Much fun was had with my family and friends. Gifts were exchanged, food was eaten, drinks were drunk and games were played. However, there are a few things I always do when I go home, which I have…

The Gift Card Dilemma

If you, like me, have been married fairly recently (last several years anyway), you’ll sympathize with the over-abundance of gift cards received. Well I haven’t been married very long, but we still had a stack of gift cards kicking around to stores that we would never go to. And we had a small list of…

My Vice and My Path to Enlightenment

As has been previously established, I’m a very big fan of books. I’ve confessed my overindulgence. I’ve acknowledged my complex relationship. What I have not fully acknowledged is my complex relationship with clothing. I grew up loving clothes. It’s not that I’ve ever been terribly fashionable, or even that I am one of those people who…