Black Forager, whom I mostly follow on F-book.
Still waiting for my newest African violet to shape up, but it was cruelly yanked from an auntie's loving humidity cabinet and then thrown to sink or swim on my countertop.
I got into solarpunk mostly because I'm too butch for cottagecore, but I might be too granny to satisfy the punk requirements. I wanna stay on my couch and knit, you guys, I'm so tired.
This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the "touch grass" meme.
Unfortunately I'm not very good at it and time isn't real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It's only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.
I'm ready to defend my girl KonMari.
The TL;DR of this article is that KonMari method doesn't work for the author. Author feels defensive about her collection of sentimental items and wants more advice about organizing than KonMari offers.
Maybe this book isn't helpful for some people. That's okay. Doesn't mean you need to do clickbait libel to my girl with "debunk."
As ironic as it is to purchase yon library-economy-promoting book, our comrades still need that cash money to function in real life. And this indie ebook is significant cheaper than the last mainstream ebook I bought.
My gesneriad gang made the commute to the kitchen bar top. I remembered where I stored the grow light but I can only find one of the heated cat beds. Send halp, there will be hissing and flexing
I don't like that, but I am a card-carrying member of the Cult of Baths. I want to be inundated, stewed, and marinated
On the one hand, it seems more practical, but on the other hand, infrastructure takes FOREVER to put in place and my lifeblood is gushing out of my wallet in the current time.
Isn't the argument that people with disabilities are better off with accessible public transit over needing an expensive car, possibly with expensive modifications? Not all people with disabilities can even drive, and installing things like wheelchair lifts or ramps on a personal vehicle can get hella expensive.
my preferred version of the meme, which I stole't from an internet acquaintance
I sell car parts, not really all that solarpunk as the industry currently exists, but automobiles are tools, and people with more know-how than me could figure out how to kludge together something solarpunkish from car parts.
I wanna start foraging, especially because it's mulberry season where I live, but my tiny apartment kitchen is tiny, and I don't have nearly enough space for all the gear to preserve the foods, nor the freezer space. What I need is a community kitchen, where I can borrow space and equipment. Shit, I might need to start another post on the community kitchens and/or their being analogous to tool libraries and communal workshop space.
My problem is that I would end up more unfitted granny-hippie than punk. Just wear shit inspired by hanfu, caftans, and elastic waist pants. Me and my muumuu don't need no tailor.