Guilty Pleasure

We try to live pretty green at our house, and we have for as long as we've been "We."

We cloth diaper. 

We garden organically. 

We heal infections with mashed garlic foot rubs.

I won't go into the details of what this made my entire house smell like for a week.

I really love me some Garlic, but not in these concentrated amounts. Although for how great it worked on the infection, we'll take it. 

We recycle plastic, paper, cardboard and metal. 

That was all an explanation for why my guilty pleasure is actually, for me, a guilty pleasure. 

Raise your hand if you hate dusting. 

(raising hand)

I have never been a duster. True story. If it ever got bad enough (bad enough that I actually noticed it) then I'd damp a cloth and do the job.

That said, I introduce to you my bookshelf. What was I thinking? I LOVE the stain on the wood, but dark? Really Jayne? You don't dust! What was the thought process here? It has been a dust magnet since the day it darkened my doorway.

But what is this? I see books actually reflecting in it's glossyness here.

The dust solution came, and it came in a lovely yellow box (which I recycled, hehe). 

Gone are the days of dusty bookshelves! I'm telling you, these little guys have changed my life. I hate throwing them away, and I love throwing them away. When I look at how shiny my bookshelves are, I forget all about the landfills and eat ice cream instead. 

Sometimes you have to do that to maintain sanity. When you have as little sanity left as I do, you have to make sacrifices to preserve it.