Home Project: Spice Rack

This spice rack has sat on my counter for years and I have never used it; not once.  Irack like how it looks and the way it (could) organize my life- everything matching and  in its place- but it wasn’t actually adding any value to my home by taking up space and being useless. Every month when I would pick up each individual bottle to dust them I would think about recycling the whole thing into something I would use and I finally found some time and prioritized the project because it feels good to cross things off my to-do list.

1. It’s best to start by deciding how you want the finished product to look. You’ll need to decide if you want to place your labels on the lids or on the sides of the jars. I chose the lids– I tend to look down on the rack so it’s easier to see this way and I preferred the look of clean jars.

2. I chose labels that were pre-made online and printed them off onto sheets of sticker paper I purchased from an office supply store. You can find the labels I used here, but if you’re savvy you could create your own! The lids to my seasoning jars are an 1.5” wide so after printing out the sheets of labels onto the sticker paper I punched the labels out with a 1.5” craft punch.

3. I cleaned both the jars and lids with hot soapy water- and this helped remove the previous labels that were still on there.

4. You’ll want to make sure everything is completely dry before moving forward. I let everything sit out overnight on a drying rack. Water in your spices or under your stickers would be bad news.

5. Place your labels on your jars and fill them up with herbs and spices that you’ll reach for frequently! You can purchase spices in bulk at stores like WinCo and Whole Foods allowing you to avoid the waste of the bottles they sell them in and you can purchase just the amount you need!

What tiny home projects do you have that you could cross off your list this weekend?


Butter is a diet food…right?


I don’t have the self-discipline to eat kale every day. I don’t typically gnaw on my plate garnish and my ever supportive but equally un-disciplined husband refers to it as, “the food my food eats”. I may or may not have ever even tried kale. Listen, the point is, if I were the kind of person who ate kale, I’d probably be the kind of person who made New Years’ resolutions to lose weight, and I think I’ve always just liked myself too much to not eat mashed potatoes. I question the quality of life you’re truly having without simple carbohydrates. I tried the “Atkins Diet” once– I don’t want to brag, but I completed that 30 day challenge in just 4 and a half hours. None of the delicious vegetables I wanted to eat like peas and carrots were allowed and if eating hollandaise is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

In all seriousness though, Jim and I have the motivation to make a few resolutions this year. Let’s just say we have a vested interest in cleaning up and clearing out, and this fits in really nicely with our conscious decision to embrace living tiny. And since I was thinking about things in our life getting smaller…I started thinking about my thighs…

I walk a very thin line between having a certain amount of acceptance with what is and wanting to enjoy this one life I have right now, and also feeling like given the choice, sure, I’d like to be at least a little bit smaller. I don’t normally berate myself over my weight; in fact maybe that’s my problem? If I had more of a sense that there was something inherently wrong with me, that I didn’t deserve love, that other people’s opinions have value, maybe I’d drum up the effort to hate myself enough to change. As it is though, I don’t believe any of those things and during my frequent visits to the doctors’ office this past year I’ve received only positive news regarding my labs and vitals. I do refuse to live in a place of self-hate or constant obsession, and if living out loud with fulfillment rubs people the wrong way because that’s what they’ve bought into then they’re free to look away and keep on truckin’. Anyway, while I’m sure no one ends up on their death bed with regret they didn’t spend more time miserable about their arm flab, there’s nothing wrong with meeting the day with a balanced perspective about change.


So I’m starting with this year’s tiniest month and I’m going to make some tiny changes. In the month of February I’ve set the goal of losing five pounds. The time is going to pass anyway, and you have to lose five pounds to get to twenty so instead of overwhelming myself and then giving up because it all feels like too much elliptical and not enough crème brûlée without any discernible improvements… I’m taking my own advice and starting tiny. Who’s in?