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For me, frugality is about becoming more aware of my spending habits, and prioritizing where and how I want to spend my money. If I’ve bought something expensive, I still might consider it being frugal. What I mean is this: I bought something worthy of the cost, and even though it might be considered expensive, it was worth every penny. I know it’s not what most people think of when they hear the word frugal, but it works for me.

The great thing about being frugal (in the normal sense of the word) is that you (obviously!) save a lot of moolah. If you take all the money saved and use it to support small businesses, you can effectively put your money where your mouth is (or where your feet are!). I’m always on the hunt for great independently run stores with great inventory.
Enter Cow Jones Industrials.
Upstate NY’s very own vegan boutique! The owner Donna is one of the sweetest ladies I’ve ever met, and her store is fabulous! My mother and I had the pleasure of stopping by a few months ago and we got some great stuff!

I got these awesome Cri de Coeur booties:

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I didn’t think they’d be too comfortable after being worn for a few hours, but they are actually super duper comfortable. I am in love with them!

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When I saw these beauties I knew I had to get them to wear swing dancing. They aren’t as comfortable as the Cri de Coeur ones, but I still love them.

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If you know me, you know I never wear makeup, but I’ve been obsessed for a long time with the idea of bright red lips, so I scooped up some Zuzu luxe lip gloss in Caliente.

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I can’t stop having mini photo shoots with myself!

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I’m at my parents house and their computer is dying a slow and tortured death. Yesterday night I was planning on typing this post up (hence the title), but then their computer started making weird noises and so off it went to rest for a while.

Yesterday the weather here was miserable. I mean, that’s what everyone told me. It was snowing and sleeting and shitty, but I didn’t have to leave the house, and it was glorious to stay inside all day and drink warm apple cider and read and not have to worry about slipping on ice.
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What better day than a snow day to have breakfast for dinner?

Pancakes + Maple Syrup + Soysage = One hell of a dinner
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Okay, I have to put a disclaimer: I hate fake meat products. I mean, I’ll eat them if my sister brings home expired fakety fakeness from her job at a health food store, but I never, ever go out of my way to buy them. Except for Soysage.  I love soysage. My mouth salivates when I think of it. But I hardly ever buy it, because A) the ingredients are wack and B) it’s expensive. But I noticed it was buy one get one free at the local Price Chopper this week, and sometimes ya just gotta. Ya know what I mean?
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Placemats I bought at a flea market last year. Somewhere along the way, I picked up a nickname of looney veroony (I… don’t… know? I’m not looney!) so I guess these are only fitting.
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This is possibly the dumbest post ever written, but hopefully Bob Dylan fans will get it.

(I am aware this photo is super blurry, it’s my take on the Blonde on Blonde album cover. Take it or leave it…..)
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Blondies are a nice change of pace from the boring regular chocolate dessert that is known as the brownie. Alright, I take it back, brownies aren’t boring. And actually, chocolate isn’t always used. When my sisters and I were younger on rainy days my mother used to make carob brownies a la 1970’s hippy food/Mollie Katzen cuisine.*
One day when my sister was away at college her friend started talking about how she thought she hated brownies growing up but really she just hated the carob brownies her mother made, and my sister knew exactly what she meant.**
My sister’s friend grew up on a hippy commune in Texas, though. We didn’t grow up on a commune, we were stuck in the suburbs with the urban blues, so I have no idea what my mother’s reasoning behind the carob was.
(Actually I do. We just ate super healthy growing up.)

* I have nothing against the Moosewood cookbooks. In fact, I think they’re adorable. However, I am annoyed by Mollie Katzen’s selling-out. (Don’t follow the link unless you want to be aggravated.)

** For the record, I like carob and I know at least five other people who believe in it.

A few weeks ago I had an idea that cashew butter would be really nice in blondies, so I pledged my time to make some absolutely sweet treats.
The cashew butter worked well in them; the flavor isn’t too overwhelming, but you can taste it, which is nice. I’m happy with the texture, it was just like a blondie should be (well, the texture was perfect for 2 of the 3 I’ve made). The 4th time around we’ll see how it goes.

These babies are a work in progress, though.
I still think they could use something else, I’m just not sure what. If you have a suggestion, feel free to tell me! I’m sure at least one of you must know something to jazz it up.

I wanted to buy some of the Price Chopper accidentally vegan butterscotch chips I’ve been hearing all about lately so I could use them in the blondies and call them blonde on blonde, but the ingredients were scary and I couldn’t bring myself to buy them.
Although I might just have to crack and get them to see how taste in the blondies. Decisions, decisions.
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It’s hard to believe that just a few hours ago I was sitting in my house in the dark, hiding from trick-or-treaters. Now, thanks to a curfew, all is quiet and I can actually see what I’m typing.

Maybe it’s just because when I was a kid my mother would always have to look through the candy my sisters and I brought home, discarding the ones with extra bad ingredients (actually not discarding, I think she would recycle it by giving the candy to kids at the door) or maybe it’s because nobody ever seems to get my costume (for instance, the year I wore an orange dress and a green sweater and hat and went out as a pumpkin, someone excitely exclaimed that they knew I was an Irish Step Dancer!?) but seriously, Halloween is lame-o.

That doesn’t actually stop me from making pumpkin and apple soup with curry and coconut milk or lemon cookies in Halloween shapes. It doesn’t actually stop me from staging a photo shoot involving a jewelled spider (sadly broken off from a hair clip, sniffle) nor does it stop me from wearing tights reminiscent of All Hallow’s Eve. It’s still lame.

I was just at my super old blog to make a link here, and while I was there I looked at some of my old posts. Wow, it is so so so embarrassing. The pictures on the blog are so awful, as is my writing (lots of tee hees, LOLS, and spelling and grammatical errors). It’s so weird to look back on all of it, because at the time I was so proud of it. Not that I’m not still proud of it, it’s really awesome to be able to see how much I’ve grown in the 2 1/2 + years since I started blogging. I wonder if in 2 years I’ll look back at this blog and think of how ridiculous it is? My old blog is the kind of thing where it’s nice to revisit once every couple of months as a refresher of things and food past, but any more than that is a big no. I just have to move past it.

Another thing I’ve been thinking about moving past lately is Earth Balance.
Collectively as vegans I think we really need to stop being obsessed with EB (as it’s familiarly called) and move on to better, more sustainable methods of whipping up frostings and general fluffiness. I’m not quite sure what this entails yet, but I’m going to be experimenting with coconut oil, and I’ll report back with my findings (expect either a major breakthrough or a major failure) on it.Isn't EB really creepy and gross when you think about it?
Putting the art deco back into penuche icing since 1990.

Just to show you that the once in a while, crocodile, mantra is okay, here is a gloriously Earth Balance-y photo from my archives, made for a friend’s potluck:


Cookies and Cream, and the Newman O’s were free, isn’t that smashing?

And now here is a gloriously EB free cake I made last week for my housemate:
Chocolate and Hazelnut deliciousness.

Happy Baking!

Hmm, I don’t know, the swinging eighties just doesn’t have the same ring to it as the swinging sixties, does it?

According to my sister Susan, who knows these things because she works at Express on Sundays (on top of working at a bank full time, working at a college library one night a week, and getting her second masters degree online -holy crap how does she do it???) brace yourself: The sixties are mingling with the eighties for the fall fashion season. Call me a purist*, but I find this appalling. I want my vintage with my vintage. I absolutely do not consider the 80’s vintage. And that’s that.

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*Actually, now that I think about it, I was wearing a vintage house dress with spandex pants the other week, and I sometimes mix and match old and new, but that doesn’t change my hatred of all things 80’s.

Excluding my two sisters, I can’t really think of anything good that came out of the era. I can think of horrifying spandex leotards over spandex pants a la any aerobic workout video of the time and awesomely bad hair bands, but that’s about it. Can you prove me wrong?

Speaking of swinging, if you haven’t tried it, might I suggest to you all swing dancing? It’s extremely fun, unless you go to swing dances and perverted old men (and sometimes young men) try to hit on you. As an example, here’s a brief interaction I had with a weirdo at a swing dance when I was thirteen. Thirteen!

This conversation took place after we finished dancing. And might I add this dude came to the dance with a woman?

Creepy Man: I know this is a horrible question to ask a lady, but how old are you? My friend (motioning to the lady) can’t tell, but I think you’re 25.

Me: Actually, I’m thirteen. Peace out.

I’m currently reading Savage Beauty, a biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay. It’s quite fascinating (for instance, did you know she went to Vassar College? I didn’t!).

In the book are some letters of correspondence she had with her mother and two sisters, along with various lovers and friends.

Letter writing! Whodathunkit?

Are you wondering how this relates to myspace, as implied in the title?

Okay, first read this article.

Second, celebrate with me, for I have quit the Myspace.

I had thought about deleting my page eons ago, but somehow I talked myself out of it. Only now, after reading the aforementioned article, feeling almost exactly like the author, I knew it was time.

I feel so free!

And I have an idea! A Good Idea, inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay and her company. I’m going to find beautiful stationery and a flowing pen, and I’m going to sit down every so often to write hand-written letters to my peeps, instead of logging on to some random networking site! I’m a bad networker anyway. I am going to be old-fashioned, and I’m going to love every minute of it. I’m going to slow everything down, and I’m going to enjoy it, because sometimes technology scares me. I’m going to have a tea party one of these days!

By the by, I have nothing against Email. In fact, I think it’s great, but wouldn’t you like to get letters via the mailbox? (If so, send me your address and I will write, pinky swear.)

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