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I often claim that I’m not sentimental. And I’m not, except when I am.
Each time my older son outgrows his clothes, I go through his closet and carefully wash and fold everything, then pack it up into a large plastic bin in the basement.
When one container is full, I buy a new one and the old one goes into storage.
When my younger son was born, we reaped the benefits of my hyper-organization. It’s impossible to estimate exactly how much money we’ve saved on clothes in the last three years.

People go to farmers markets for many reasons. The jovial, wholesome atmosphere makes people feel good about their communities and the hard work put in by area farmers. Sometimes, we even want to buy something. But actually purchasing food is becoming an increasingly rare act, according to a recent Washington Post article.

First off, I should clarify the definition of a skort for those of you fashion novices.
A skort looks like a skirt, but it has shorts built in underneath.
It’s a handy way to maintain your modesty when you want to play with your kids at the park or chase after the stack of oranges your son knocks down in the grocery store.
There really aren’t many downsides to a skort.
Until you are walking along minding your own business, headed through a parking lot to a work meeting, and suddenly you feel a burning pain directly below your belly button.