There are those days. You know which ones I’m talking about. Continue reading
Watercolor painting is not the easiest to get into. It has its own set of rules, and it can be a challenge to learn them. If you’re interested in watercolor painting, a class is a great idea, but for those of you who don’t have the time or money, here’s a short primer to help you get in touch with your inner watercolorist. Continue reading
I constantly struggle to meet my mother’s definition of ladylike. For someone who loves etiquette as much as I do, it’s disappointing that I can never quite match up. Continue reading
Many Persephoneers, including myself, love travel. Or at least they love the idea of travel, for those of us who don’t get to do much traveling. Continue reading
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s when people make puns out of movie titles. If there’s one thing that bugs me, it’s a missed opportunity for a seating arrangement. Continue reading
The modern age is such that almost everyone has, has had, or will have a roommate that they really know almost nothing about. (Hello, college!) And when you know very little about someone, you’re bound to have disagreements that can spiral out of control quickly, leading to that neverending bar competition: â€œWhy I Have the Worst Roommate of All Time.â€ Continue reading
It’s pretty safe to say that at one point or another, we will all be someone else’s houseguest, whether it be at the home of a family member or a friend. In the words of the surprisingly promiscuous Benjamin Franklin, â€œFish and visitors stink after three days.â€ Continue reading
Ah, gentle Readers, the season is upon us. The season when we try on our bathing suits and go, â€œDidn’t this fit last year?â€ And then, of course, you have two choices, buy a new suit, or tie on the gym shoes. Continue reading
Last time we talked, we discussed how to order fancy (or not-so-fancy) wine, and the proper way to send it back when it’s all wrong. Today, we’re going to talk about the etiquette of serving wine in your own home, whether it be for a tasting party, nice dinner, or Torchwood marathon day with your BFF. Continue reading
I hate interviews. Unfortunately, as I recently learned firsthand, getting the job can take as many as five or six of them. For me, that was an incredibly stressful experience. Luckily, I know some helpful people and I am a Google Ninja Warrior. Continue reading
In the comment section of my last article, there was an entry about controlling those little fuckers others lovingly refer to as aphids. Now I’m no stranger to having my garden torn up by invading hordes of everything from Japanese Beetles to squirrels, so I thought I’d share some of my research along with personal experience regarding a few situations you may run into when your garden’s under attack.
â€œTo me, food is supposed to be about happiness, so I don’t really care what you do.” This line from my date stopped me in my tracks. There we were, eating a fancy dinner at a fancy place where we were clearly the oddballs, and I was trying to laugh off my inability to eat mussels in a neat and tidy way.
There aren’t many events that require a formal invitation anymore. But there will probably be at least one time in your life that you have to create, send, and deal with the process of sending invites. Right now, I am helping to host a bridal shower on short notice. So I’ve learned a lot over the last couple weeks, and thought I’d throw the information your way. Continue reading
Has anyone come down with that all-too-nasty flu yet? The other day, I wanted an excuse to stay in bed for a couple days and wished I, too, could come down with it. But it apparently lasts for three weeks or more, and I don’t want to feel like hell that long. There are, however, some etiquette-ish concerns when it comes to the flu and other illnesses that are easily passed from one person to another. Continue reading
I, like many other people, have some social anxiety. Here’s the thing: I know I’m awesome. But I’m worried that other people won’t see how awesome I am, and also that I’ll say something dumb/offensive/super-nerdy before everyone has had too much to drink. (I have actually had someone say, â€œOh, I forgot how smart you are! It’s adorable.â€ I felt about six inches tall, though the person meant well.) During my perilous forays into social situations, though, I have found some coping mechanisms. The best one is the compliment. Continue reading