She looks grumpy, but trust me, that is just pure concentration!
A whole day in the park, playing in the water, total cost: 75p for the ice cream!
The thrifty summer is going well!
Living thrifty doesn’t always mean you have to give up everything you love. Paying attention to sales, looking in second hand stores and using the internet to compare deals are great ways to cut down on your spending.
Here are a couple of deals that have caught my eye this week!
BrandAlley’s Original Penguin Kids sale is underway and finishes on July 28th – so hurry on and check out some of the beautiful items on offer (maybe it is time to start squirreling away stuff for Christmas?) Find them at www.brandalley.co.uk
Want a free holiday?
Well, you can get one if you gave birth on the same day as the Wills and Kate. The fab folks down at our favourite holiday park in Cornwall, Trevella, are offering a free stay to be taken in September or October 2013 or in April, May and June 2014. Find out more at www.trevella.co.uk.
My favourite dress shop, Curvety.com, have a great sale on at the moment, so much so that my other half has banned me from looking!
Check out Debenhams for the last two days of 20% off and H&M have up to a whopping 70% off at the moment!
For more in depth retail sale details have a look here. May not be as thrifty as second hand shopping, but sale shopping is at least making an effort!
Happy half price spending.
In our quest to put some money in the bank and eventually rejoin the home owners party we have made some tough decisions.
One of those decisions is to not buy new stuff.
I miss new stuff….
I visit friend’s homes and am struck with the green eyed monster when I see furniture without biro on it, and furniture that still has its original varnish on it.
So I live in fantasy land.
I dream of luxury sofas from John Lewis that sit next to a brand new coffee table. I ignore the discomfort in my bottom from the collapsed springs in the sofa we own and let my imagination place me on my new one with a soft chenille throw covering my toes.
My imagination is pretty good!
In my mind’s eye, my dining room has a large luxury oak table, with silk covered chairs. My kitchen is top of the range with remote controlled sensors. In my head, my microwave is sparkling and new.
My dreams don’t end in the home, they stretch to the garden. Outside I have a luxury hammock, a deluxe garden set with sofa style chairs for all the family. A large, top of the range BBQ grills my favourite steak as I do a few laps in the pool.
As I said, my imagination is pretty awesome.
I may need to work harder at settling into thrifty living!
The summer holidays are approaching. I have heard on the grapevine that gin is disappearing off the supermarket shelves like brandy at Christmas.
It can be an expensive time.
I have compiled a list of ways to survive the summer with the kids without spending a fortune, or at least more than the cost of a couple of bottles of gin.
Save it – I am told that keeping your rubbish can be a great way to entertain the kids. My friend Maggie, over at RedTedArt, can make a masterpiece from loo rolls.
My approach is a little different…
When I say save your rubbish, I mean save your egg cartons. If you focus, start early and beg from friends, by the time the holidays roll around you will be able to cover your bedroom wall in egg cartons, creating a sound proof haven.
When the holidays hit hard, grab a glass of Gordon’s, hit your inner sanctuary and stay hidden until you feel calm once more.
It is thrifty because it doesn’t cost a penny!
Fields are free. Find one, pop the kids at one end, and leg it to the other end. Take a hip-flask, some tonic and a slice and wait to be found. Once found, take them back to the top and start again.
Join the library.
Reading is good, but they also have films. TV for kids is like funny cigarettes for students. It creates a zombie like focus with sudden bursts of giggles. One and a half hours of quiet for them and sheer peace for you. Gin is optional, but I recommend it.
Go see the family.
Relatives make super babysitters.
Go for walks.
Leave the kids with relatives.
At other peoples houses.
Play at being a Victorian Household.
Make them the maids.
Teach them a form of cooking.
Try make your own beer – fun for all the family.
Enjoy your thrifty summer
Or you can just buy more gin.
It is glorious.
The whole of the UK has a lighter feel to it, happiness is literally pouring through the rivers, the sun makes this country a better place to live.
Plus it makes it cheaper to have fun.
This weekend has been marvellous. We spent the day basking, and sweating, in the sun. The kids played and frolicked at my son’s Football presentation. We drank cheap wine from Aldi and snacked on home made sandwiches and fruit. We sat whilst the children tore around the grass, hiding behind trees, safe but out of sight.
It was a rare privilege for my three children. I am not a free range parent, whilst I love the idea of it. I worry that monsters hide on street corners, I see the devil in the dark as I call my children in from play. If they cycle round the block I follow behind shouting cheerful *cough* instructions as I battle to ignore the image in my head of a car mounting the kerb and taking out my family.
So yesterday, yesterday was good.
I am not a fan of camping, but it was free, so a tick in my thrifty living box.
To be honest, the wine helped, and I delayed actually getting into my tent until the midnight hour struck.
We took two tents, my husband and I, his was a nice green pop up tent, room for two airbeds and a bit of a porch at the front. Mine, was bright pink with Hello Kitty slapped on the side, tall inside, no room to swing a dead cat. Its key advantage being that I could never get confused about which tent was mine.
I shared with my toddler, the other half got the twins.
The little one slept fine, I felt like I had slept on a half full water bed with a leak. My bladder was full from 2am, but a combination of fear, a long walk, and no contacts in my eyes meant I simply had to suffer in silence. When I say silence, I mean silence punctuated by drunk male snores from our neighboring tents.
A friend told me, the joy of camping is that the kids stay up late and then sleep in. They went to bed at eleven and got up at seven.
I really hate camping.
Free range yes, the fact it cost nothing and the kids adored it was fantastic. The feeling of my own sweat sticking to my skin, the absence of sleep, and the inability to fart without a whole row of people hearing meant I missed out on the personal fun factor.
Still it was thrifty, and for the most part, fab.
How are you enjoying the sunshine?