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Top 5 Astonishing yet Low-Cost Products to give as Home Decor Gifts
Worried about buying a gift for your friend’s new home? It is always a tiring process to select a perfect gift that is fascinating yet affordable. You don’t have to worry anymore as we’ve got you covered with a lot of stylish options that are also economical to choose a perfect gift for your buddy. Although there are much more items available for you to bring as a gift, these 7 products will be functional presents and will make a place in your loved one’s heart. So why not get your friend something which will serve a purpose with benefits. Let’s have a look at these top 7 products that can be given as home decor gifts;
How Your Living Space Affects Your Mental Health
Have you ever tried to work in a cluttered space? How did you feel? I bet you felt more anxious and stressed and weren’t able to focus fully on your work.
Love Can't Save Her
I don't know how it happened. I don't remember many of the details, but somehow I arrived at school for the fall semester. I unloaded my car into my new "home away from home", the big plantation style home on Sorority Row at LSU known as 'the house'. I didn't even really know my roommate. We had been introduced a short time before the room selections last spring and decided to give rooming together a shot. It was a leap of faith in the moment that led to one of my longest and most supportive friendships.
A Brand New Life
This is the true story of the birth of my third daughter and the one who my heart hurts for the most. Writing helps put my mind at ease and that is the purpose of my writing. Names (everyone but the baby) have been changed to protect everyone involved.
A Happy Flower
A LOVELY LILLY ADVENTURE Lilly was a happy puppy, a content dachshund. afe and well fed. If she were asked she would declare to all that she was the happiest little wiener pup ever! Whatever a wiener is? Although she missed her brothers and sisters terribly.
The Best time to Join the Resistance
I'm not a Star Wars person, but I've been on Rise of the Resistance half a dozen times. The shiniest (if not quite newest) of Disney's rides is packed full of impressive effects and the mere scale of the experience is enough to make it worth a ride or two to even the the most apathetic of Star Wars viewers. And, I'll admit, there was a sort of thrill to the exclusivity of the the whole thing-- I was one of the lucky few who scored a Boarding Group that day, and it was only fair that I take advantage of it.
Do Not Lessen Your Grief for My Sake
Following the death of my father, I have had several friends whose fathers have passed in the past two years. Even after experiencing news of my father's murder, I still don't know what to say to my loving friends who have lost their fathers. "Sorry for your loss. Please let us know if you need ANYTHING. We'll keep you in our hearts, thoughts, and prayers." is all I know to say, but it doesn't seem enough. The reason it doesn't seem to be enough is because it isn't. You can't give what has already been lost, and their loved one's life won't be given back in this lifetime. The only thing you can do is be there IF they need you. Personally, I have to trust and rely on my friends to tell me what they need IF they need anything and WHAT. Everyone experiences things differently, and needs different things. I reach out and let them know I'm here, ready, willing, and able, but pressuring them in this tough situation is not the right thing to do. What does bother me though is when I've reached out and attended funerals; they underrate their grief on my behalf.
It was my turn to fetch the drinks from the bar. It fell on me because I’d just lost the lasts round of pool – my last rounds, as it turned out. I watched for a minute before I began to thread my way through the crowd, giving soft encouragement to my new husband as he shot. The 2-ball disappeared, swallowed up by the darkness of the corner pocket. Steve stood and pointed his pool stick at his best friend, who groaned and began to plan his next strategy.
Discovering Myself On My Front Lawn.
When I was fourteen, I sat with my father outside our two-story house. We were on our front lawn, knees in the grass, daisies surrounding us. He had been teaching me how to garden. He would dig the dirt from the ground and take it away, placing the flowers in its place. Coming to sit us, my mother brought her laughter and orange juice outside. She would take her place next to my father, sketching the marigolds or petunias for a watercolor. Drawing on the concrete with chalk, my sister joined us too. I watched my family, taking in that moment for a while. My father loves the earth. He believes the trees and forests were created for him, and he told me that flowers were “the strongest of all.” My mother is just as imaginative. She pretends every home cooked meal is a masterpiece, and tells me that the sunrise is her favorite painting. My father and mother have always known exactly who they are and what they desired.
Middle-aged and Addicted to Coffee
My mother told me that when I turned 30, I would find the answers to life. Looking back, I think that she meant 30 is when you figure out how to pay all your bills on time, you realize that credit cards are not your friend, and day drinking while shopping is preferable to nightclubs and hangovers.
To my parents with school aged children: How YOU doin?! No, seriously...
So here we are, in the later days of 2021 and COVID-19 is still ruining our lives. To those of you thinking I’m being dramatic, must be nice being childless. I mean, I assume you ARE childless because every parent I know has been negatively affected by this pandemic UNLESS they are wealthy. Childless Americans are screaming, "Parents have it easy! They get stimulus checks and more money on their taxes!”, “Why do they pay you for being a parent? I get nothing for being a single adult with no children.” Or my personal favorite, “Your children are your responsibility. It’s not the governments’ fault you can’t take care of them!”
Where Am I
Hello, how are you? I am a middle-aged African-American woman with a super-power, successful vision. We all have a story, a purpose, and a mission. Some might say "what does your story do for us?" Does it entertain us? Does it inform us? Does it support us? Does it inspire us?