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“I love to go and see all the things I am happy without.”
~Socrates, when asked why he went to the market and bought nothing.
Because of a combination of hard work and fortuitous happenstance, I managed to amass a very small nest egg in the time before the stb-ex moved out. How I assign the exact ratio of “hard work” versus “fortuitous happenstance” varies depending on the day and the amount of serotonin coursing through my bloodstream.
The egg sits quietly in my bank in a brand-new account that has only my name on it. It sits there untouched. Honestly, it’s too small to be considered much of a nest egg. It’s more like an egglet. But it’s an egglet that is all mine.
I’m embarking now on a new sort of life—one which is significantly underfunded as compared to my previous life. I’m not complaining. Even as significantly underfunded as I am now, I’m in better shape than many, and for that I am truly thankful.
I think I’ll make it. I hope I’ll make it. I want to make it—without touching the egg.
Sooner or later something big will break, or someone will get sick. Sooner or later my insurance will run out. Those are the sorts of things that will make me touch the egg.
So as not to touch the egg until necessity compels it, I have implemented many cost-saving measures around my house. I buy more generics than ever before. I allow fewer trips through the drive-through. I’ve canceled all but the most necessary services. I travel around behind little children turning off lights, shutting off taps and encouraging them to do the same.
I hear the word “frugal” echoing in my head as I go about my daily business. Have I made sure the clothes and dish washer are fully loaded before running? Is it truly hot enough to switch on the air conditioner? What things can I cut back on without sacrificing too much?
I love the sound I’ve come to think of as “free house.” It’s that sound I hear when nothing is audibly running—not the dishwasher or the clothes dryer or the refrigerator or the air conditioner or the shower. I cherish that sound.
Buying in bulk has long appealed to me, but now I’m even more rigid about it. Will we ever get through that ten pound bag of rice I bought early this month? Why yes, I do believe we will.
I’ve searched the ‘net for ways that other families in similar situations have managed to live frugally. Wanna know one of my coolest finds? It’s a recipe for home-made laundry detergent, which just about gave me girlie-wood when I found it because my little family goes through mountains of laundry and store-bought detergent is not cheap.
Want to try it for yourself?
1 cup grated Fels Naptha Soap
1/2 cup washing soda
1/2 cup boraxMix well. Store in an airtight container. Use 2-3 tablespoons per load. (Click the link for much more information, including how to make a liquid version.)
It’s unbelievable to me that something I’ve spent so much money on in the past can be made at home for pennies per load. And yes, it does work just as well if not better than store-bought detergent.
AAG’s Time of Frugality is not a permanent situation, I tell myself. When my little ones go to school, new opportunities will present themselves to me. If I choose to continue writing, I can do so uninterrupted, without every single sentence punctuated by the affairs of small people. Or I could do something else. This remains to be decided.
There’s a fine balance between “frugal” and “cheap,” and I’m trying hard to find that sweet spot now. I know it’s early. Ask me in three years if I’m still on the side of “frugal.” Ask me in a year about the status of my egglet.
Then we’ll see how I’ve done.
Any other tips for living frugally? Leave them in the comments for me, please?

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