Today's Frugal Femme is a post about failure and a recipe. Don't worry, the recipe is not the failing part of the story. The recipe is actually very simple yet delicious. No, the failure part is about me and some metal/wooden ducks.
When I was a child my sister, cousins, and I used to play in my great grandmother's basement. This was a win situation for everyone as it kept us kids out of our grandmother's hair, (In case you were wondering, yes, this is the same grandmother that was the inspiration for my vintage skin regime.) and allowed us to feel like we were not being constantly supervised. Which we loved. To make the basement more interesting (and, yes, this was before home video games were really a thing and VHS tapes weren't around yet, let alone dvds or home computers) my great grandmother stocked the basement with items that she thought kids would have fun playing with. We had empty spice tins and pots and pans that were no longer used in the kitchen to pretend like we were cooking. There were boxes filled with vintage clothing (some that I would kill to own today) that we could play dress up in. There were vintage board games, card games, and Twister and my mother's Barbie, Skipper and Scooter dolls complete with pink case and outfits on tiny hangers that grandma had pulled down from storage for us to play with.