Better Homes and Gardens better just stick to Homes and Gardens

Like any good Southern girl, I like to be domestic. I have flower gardens and tea sets and I like to bake pies.  I also have subscriptions to Country Living, Southern Living (although I don't do my living in the South anymore) and Better Homes and Gardens.

So there I sat on my front porch leafing through the June issue of Better Homes and Gardens the other day when I came across an article titled "Rules to DIY by."  Cool, I love to DIY (or is that DIM?  Do it myself.).

Anyway, I am just scanning the article and spot a list of "tools" I am going to need for the featured project.

These last 4 jumped off the page at me.

Dark towels
Vaseline
Rubber gloves
A timer

Holy crap! What is this project? I am going to help birth a calf?

Why, no. Apparently, BH&G is now doling out beauty advice.   This particular article was about dyeing your hair at home. Umm,  looky, BH&G, I don't turn to Vogue to help me make pie crust. Got it. Stay out of fashion and beauty.

As a constant battler of gray hair and an experienced root toucher upper, I can tell you that the BH&G advice is not that good and it is, in fact, a teeny bit frightening.

Make sure your hair is clean.  Not really good advice. You don't want greasy hair, but if it is freshly washed the dye will not  penetrate.  Not really wrong advice, but not very accurate. This is basic information that Ms.Clairol always warns you about.


Avoid dyeing late at night. Supposedly,  because, according to BH&G,  that is when the hair crisis "hotline" is closed.  This is ridiculous on so many levels. Do people really call the hotlines? Have they not heard of google?  For the love of Vidal Sassoon, you can diagnose diseases with the internet. What is the point of a hotline?

Moral of the story:


What kind of moron would take hair advice from BH&G and what does said moron's hair look like?


Wait, I think I answered my own question.

Look who has a subscription to Better Homes & Gardens.

She doesn't really seem the type.

When Junk finds its way to my Kitchen

Matt and I went to breakfast at the Arapahoe Cafe last Sunday and I talked him into stopping by the FIRC thrift store afterward. It is only a block a way after all. 

It must have been my lucky day. Remember how I mentioned that I needed a pasta maker? Well there it was. For under $4.00.

It looked like it was in pretty decent shape.

I googled it and this baby sold for $200 in 1989.  Chase was born in 1989. That was a good year. Well, except for my hair, clothes and makeup.

Yes, he had a high chair. We were at a hotel in this photo. Don't judge. Well, you can judge my hair. How could you not?

Back to the pasta:

 
I gotta tell you, I was thoroughly entertained watching the pasta come out. That was worth the $4 by itself.

It is a pretty sophisticated piece of equipment. It even dries the pasta as it comes out.

It turned out okay but not as good as the handmade pasta from a few weeks ago. It was on the soggy side.  Any ideas about what I did wrong?

Linking to Blogeritaville for Thrifty Thursday and to Southern Hospitality.