21 Ways to Use Lemons


We’ve talked about all the many things you can do when life gives you lemons. But I noticed as I clicked around the internet that lemons are useful for a lot more than just food. As it turns out, there are lots of practical uses for lemons, too. You can Google or search Pinterest and find details and instructions for all of these, but I thought I’d get you started with a list.

I still say lemonade is a good go-to use of lemons (not to mention the Lemon Chicken dinners), but here are 21 more things you can with the fruit:

  • Freshen the fridge
  • Refresh cutting boards
  • Keep ants out of the kitchen
  • Keep guacamole green
  • Keep fruit from turning brown
  • Make soggy lettuce crisp
  • Freshen your breath
  • Clear up dandruff
  • Remove berry stains (on skin)
  • Soothe poison ivy rashes
  • Whiten delicate fabrics
  • Clean tarnished brass
  • Rid clothes of mildew
  • Whiten your nails
  • Freshen your garbage disposal
  • Highlight your hair
  • Shine your sink
  • Exfoliate your feet
  • Disinfect wounds
  • Keep rice from sticking
  • Soothe a sore throat

How do you use lemons in your home?

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Choosing the Right Person to Help You Declutter

Last week I sat on the couch while Mark and Smitty finished putting dinner on the table. And then I stood at the counter while Smitty loaded my dishwasher and made the no-bake cookies I was craving. I felt guilty . . . a little. But at nine months pregnant I’ve reached my limit of pretty much everything, and just have to face the fact that I can’t do it all. And I certainly can’t do it alone.

We all have times like that, right? When life is hard or complicated or overwhelming. For me, decluttering anything of substance is also a time like that. Probably because various parts of my house look like this way too often:

cluttered table

Or this:

Dirty Kitchen

Or, SIGH, this:

messy desk

And every year after Christmas (or, really, any kind of break or vacation or long weekend or sickness or busy season or, FINE, regular week with no excuse), it’s even worse. The clutter builds up – sometimes on my dining room table, sometimes on a piano bench or desktop, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes ALL OF THE ABOVE! – and I simply cannot DEAL WITH IT by myself.

Even this week, as I’ve been trying to cram a nursery into a tiny little office slash storage space slash cat room (I KNOW. A CAT ROOM. It’s not really. Whatever. Just go ahead and mock.), I haven’t been able to make a lick of progress without Mark or Annalyn holding my hand.

Yes. I’ve been reduced to decluttering and organizing with my six-year-old.

It’s not as bad as it sounds, though she mostly spends her time asking if she wore a certain outfit and squealing over how cute Everything Baby is. Her “help” has made me laugh, really, and think about a few other people who aren’t exactly IDEAL for assisting in the decluttering process.

craft clutter

A Few People to Avoid When Decluttering:

1. The Vicarious Hoarder: You’ll recognize this person by her ability to think of a use for every little ribbon, button or paper scrap in your craft closet. “Oh, but what if you need that later?” is his mantra. STAY AWAY FROM THIS PERSON.

2. The Callous Tosser: On the other hand, this friend or family member has no connection to your stuff whatsoever and doesn’t have patience or interest in your desire to control the chaos with a system. “Just throw it away!” she’ll say, rolling her eyes at your insistence on organization. It’s true; if you haven’t missed it in all the time it’s been in that pile, you might not need it. But this is YOUR stuff, so proceed with caution.

3. The Over Organizer: “I’ve got a bin for that. Oh, and let me bring you the filing cabinet I’ve been saving. Yes, and I’ll just bring that stack of crates I found on sale in case any of them work for you.” Heard any of that before? I have. And it’s just enough to slow down any decluttering momentum I might have accumulated, as I put every single thing from one messy pile into a neat one, waiting for my friend’s miraculous organizing systems.

There’s nothing wrong with accepting help or adopting others’ ideas for organizing your things, but if you’re just swapping one mess (or system that doesn’t work for YOU) for another…well, you’re better off just lugging all that junk to the trash bin or Goodwill!

Of course, your decluttering partner needs will vary from mine. Because STUFF overwhelms me, pregnant or not, I mostly just need someone to listen to me think out loud while answering the occasional not-so-hypothetical question. My husband, my mom, my best friend – who those categories may or may not be loosely based on – are helpful despite their own organizational or decluttering challenges when they simply lend a listening ear and extra arms to carry things from one end of the house to another.

And that silly six-year-old, giggling over THE TINY BABY SOCKS, MOM! THEY’RE SO TINY!? Well, she’s actually been the perfect helper the past few days as I’ve turned our little catch-all room into a passable nursery.

Just in time, too!

I’m scheduled for a C-section this coming Monday, although I’m feeling more and more nervous that this baby won’t wait that long. Over the next few weeks, look for a few guest posts, a few written-before-the-baby-arrived posts, and – fingers crossed – baby pictures! My hope (though nothing resembling a hard and fast plan) is to be back to normal blogging in February, but we’ll just play that by ear.

Until then, I have something to help you with your own decluttering. (Because, seriously, after the Winter Break That Never Ends, you can’t tell me your house is all Everything Has a Place. Even if it is. Don’t tell me that!)

We all need a little help getting rid of clutter and then keeping it away. And UGH, let’s not even talk about actual cleaning. (No, really. Even if I could see my feet these days, I wouldn’t look down there. My beautiful hardwoods are basically covered in a snow and salt layer of grime and topped with a liberal sprinkling of crumbs. I think. I’m not looking.)

So my friend Dana – also known as Nony at A Slob Comes Clean, a blog with realistic cleaning and organizing tips for real people (like us!) – is offering you and me a special deal on her incredibly helpful and fun-to-read ebooks. (Yep. I said cleaning ebooks are fun to read. THEY ARE. Because Dana is hilarious, smart and a super fun person who manages to make even the worst chores – AHEM, cleaning – enjoyable. For real.)


28 Days to Hope for Your Home and Drowning in Clutter? are each $3, and the set of both books is just $5. Just use the code PERFECT between now and Monday, January 13.

I have both these books and have read them more than once. They truly are hugely helpful when it comes to getting your STUFF under control and finding a few simple cleaning routines that aren’t too annoying and really do make a difference.

Who helps you with overwhelming decluttering projects? And, really, what’s the state of your house after the holidays?

Exclusive Discount on Red Serving Platter

Jesus is the Gift - Red Platter

Every year I make a list and check it twice. I write down names of all the people I plan to buy Christmas presents for, followed by ideas and approximate budgets.

And inevitably, after I’ve done my shopping and maxed out my budget, I end up adding at least half a dozen more names!

Teachers, party hosts, new friends who weren’t on last year’s list, old friends I wasn’t expecting to see, small group leaders, neighbors who shovel our snow, in-laws who decided to exchange gifts after all (at the last minute, thanks so much) – THEY ALL NEED GIFTS.

That’s one of the reasons I love this Jesus is the Gift platter from DaySpringespecially when it’s more than 70% off the original price! It makes a perfect gift by itself or covered in goodies. And this week DaySpring is offering an exclusive discount on this beautiful platter to Giving Up on Perfect readers! Woohoo!!

great gift idea

The Jesus is the Gift plate is a beautiful deep red ceramic platter great for serving holiday treats of any kind. It’s 13.5 inches round, microwave safe, and features raised lettering and a raised swirl pattern that add elegance to the red glaze. The middle of the plate says, “Jesus is the Gift,” while the outer edge shares John 3:16.

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I’ve used my platter to serve cookies, cupcakes, veggies and fruit. (I’ll be honest. It’s more fun to use it for the cookies or cupcakes!) The red color and “gift” message make it a great holiday plate, but it really works well as a serving piece any time of the year.

Here’s a picture of the whole, uncovered plate:

jesus is the gift platter

Let’s face it: Last-minute and unexpected gifts happen. With a couple of these gorgeous plates on hand, you’ll be prepared – and for less money than a gift card to the bookstore, less time and effort than an “easy” Pinterest craft, and way more meaning than a blue light sale item from the craft store or *shudder* drug store on the way to the party.

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Coveting Cleaning Ladies & Other Sins

Last night I read a blog post from one of my most favorite writers. Until that moment I didn’t think anything could diminish my love of said writer. But then I read the words that changed my mind.

She said a cleaning service had offered to clean her house. Every week.


My friend Jill informed me that the 11th commandment is – or should be – “Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s cleaning lady.”

What about holding on for dear life to one last fairy tale, the one where someone – ANYONE – else cleans my house???

When I thought about what fairy tales I’ve dreamed up for my role as a homemaker, they pretty much went like this:

Fairy Tale #1: I’ll have my own house and it won’t ever need to be cleaned.
Fairy Tale #2: I’ll get my act together and clean my own house. All the time.
Fairy Tale #3: I’ll find the money to pay a cleaning service to deal with my house.

So far, none of these are coming true. And so, my dining room table starts the week looking like that photo above. Because, well, weekends are busy and full of living and not picking up or cleaning.

I’ve given up the fantasy that magical birds and squirrels will clean my house – or that I’ll wake up one day liking folding laundry and emptying the dishwasher and sweeping the floors. It’s possible that someday my budget will afford me the luxury of a regular cleaning service.

But until then, I’m stuck in the middle of the learning process – the one where I figure out how to clean enough, organize enough, fold and empty and put away and pick up enough, and let the rest of it go.

If you know me or have read this blog for anytime at all, you know I have lots of thoughts and feelings on this subject. But this time I’m turning it over to you and calling it a night. My headache and the baby demand it.

What fairy tale have you had to give up about how you manage your home (cooking, cleaning, decorating, etc.)?

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A Very, Very, Very Fine House

I thought I would move to the city. A big one, like Chicago or New York.

Later, I thought – no, I KNEW – I would move to Nashville. Or Colorado. But probably Nashville.

Never did I think I would settle in the medium-sized city just south of my tiny hometown, minutes away from the [now-declining] mall I grew up shopping in or down the road from the [now-closed] restaurant I went to on my first date.

As excited as I am to get out of my “broken down and busted” house of the past 10 years, the thought of buying our next house no closer to a big city or my dream hometown fills me with conflicting emotions.

On one hand, the day that we sign papers saying this old, tiny, never-thought-we’d-be-stuck-here-for-a-decade starter house is no longer ours will be GLORIOUS. An immense relief, financially, emotionally and mentally. I can’t wait.

But on the other hand, I’m not quite sure how to process the fact that moving into our next house, located wherever it may be in this same area I was sure we’d leave behind someday, is not exactly what I had in mind.

Sure, sure, this is a good place to live. My parents live here, and Mark’s dad isn’t far. We are crazy in love with our church, and we have so many friends, so much history in this place.

I just thought that someday we’d move on. And I thought moving on would mean a new life, a big adventure, an epic journey – not a settling in and settling down into the place God has so clearly put us.

I dreamed of a mountain cabin or a mild southern winter. I dreamed of stone houses with big porches, of new friends and amazing careers, of accents and cultures and DIFFERENT. I dreamed of being there . . . not here.

But assuming God hands us a real estate miracle and our house does, indeed, sell sometime this decade, we’re going to pack up our clothes and pictures and dishes and memories and move just a few miles down the road.

(We haven’t started looking for a new house yet, though we know the general areas we’d like to look in. But until we have more potential buyers interested in our current house, we’re holding off on the actual house-shopping business.)

It will be different. I mean, adjusting to the luxury of more than one bathroom and a basement to hide in during tornado season and a room inside my house (as opposed to the garage) for doing laundry will take some getting used to. But, somehow, I think we’ll manage.

But it won’t really be that different after all. Sure, I might have to switch grocery stores and enroll Annalyn in a different elementary school. We’ll find a new route to church and the nearest ATM and post office and Redbox. But really? We’ll still live in the same city . . . with the same view, the same friends, the same family, the same church, the same accents and festivals and sports teams and news stations.

The same dreams . . . the same dreams.

Don’t get me wrong. I get giddy, crazy excited when I think about moving to a newer, nicer, slightly bigger house with room for a guest room and all the chairs that fit around my dining room table. And a huge part of me is relieved to know we won’t be leaving family and friends and comfort of the familiar anytime soon.

Also? I know it’s no small thing that God has opened my eyes to the blessings of this place, this time, this life. The gift of contentment – the multi-layered one that I’m still unwrapping – is a big deal, and I’m immensely grateful for it.

But a small part of me is just a little bit sad to see that dream of moving on . . . moving on.

Do you love your city/town? Have you ever dreamed of living somewhere else?

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