Basic Bitch Playdough

Yep. I'm basic. And I made basic play dough for my basic two-year-old. Because if you can't celebrate the seasons out loud, what's the point?

I did some research (thanks, Pinterest) and went with this recipe because it's quick and easy. And it smells amazing. We didn't add any color to it and it's a pretty nice light brown that smells just like pie. Charlie has been enjoying it. I like that it's soft and doesn't have that Playdoh smell. And I like the natural coloring as opposed to neon pink.

Our house is filled with all things pumpkin spice and we are happy to live in an area that affords us four gorgeous seasons to enjoy and celebrate. We still need to get over to the pumpkin patch... maybe next weekend. October has just kind of gotten away from us.

Mama Porch

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Momma K

It's true. I love my mom. She's my best source of advice & wisdom, even though it took me roughly 20 years to figure that out. I just wanted to take a quick second and thank her for all that she's done for me and especially for the things she didn't do for me. =) I wouldn't be the person I am today without her. Love you mom! We're pretty fabulous, no?

It doesn't matter how slow you go...

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It is not 1950; I do not vacuum in pearls.

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